tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40719622011-12-14T21:49:44.328-05:00552 miles... 1 million more smiles.The Sportsladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11367251297656006916noreply@blogger.comBlogger16601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4071962.post-44339913704179704382009-05-31T09:47:00.024-04:002009-05-31T15:47:22.868-04:00

This page has been far too depressing for the past few weeks.... and I've been avoiding updating it. But I woke up kind of early today, and figured it's now or never.Remember last year, when I posted about the Mullet Toss (here's a refresher... in case you missed it). Good news this year... I didn't get hit by a fish. We all had a few close calls, though. Much like a football, they often

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Most of you probably know I'm an only child... so the only "siblings" I've ever had have been the four-legged kind. Actually, I've also had feathered and finned siblings, too.Today, my "little sister," Keiko, died. She was a beautiful all-white Akita, and the sweetest dog I've ever met. I'm too bummed to write more right now, but I'll post some pictures instead....

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Need I say more?

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Really quickly... I need to give Cory a big pat on the back (or a tip of the hat, if you prefer), for winning a "major award!"This weekend, Cory's website won the Florida Associated Press award for Best Television News website. Nice, huh? It's the second year in a row that they've won. Cory busts his butt trying to keep up with the Joneses (the station he beat has three full-time web

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I was part of my very first "intervention" today. It was a pretty weird, uncomfortable experience.It all started with another very weird, uncomfortable experience. See, the agency where I work has, as part of its mission, an initiative to help provide job opportunities for people with disabilities. Sometimes it's physical, sometimes it's developmental. So, there's a lot of folks with special

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I thought this chart was a kind of nifty explanation for some of the wacky things going on in our economy: Check it out.

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First, let me preface this by saying I'm posting this on my phone... so if there are a few typos, cut me a little slack.Cory and I are in the midst of a very sporty weekend. It started with Cory's beloved Mizzou putting up one helluva fight against UConn in the Elite Eight. They got hosed by the refs (or at least that's what Cory says), but it was a really good game.Then, with acout 50 seconds

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The NCAA tournament is underway, and there's something refreshing about filling out my brackets with a clear mind. Unlike years past, it's not cluttered with random information I picked up while being your friendly neighborhood sportslady. My bracket, by the way, is doing all right. Not great, not horrible. Michigan screwed me over a little (though I'm happy they won. Go Blue!), and I missed

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A couple of months ago, as I was leaving for work in the morning, I saw a small flock of Monk Parakeets in our front yard. The bright green birds caught my eye, and I tried to snap a couple of pictures, but they were fairly skittish and flew away when I approached.I'd heard that the Cape had a flock of wild Parakeets (they're not native to the US, but there are several flocks in various parts

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If you just can't get enough of those wacky "Only in Florida" posts, have I got a treat for you:the official Twitter page of the Florida Freakshow:www.twitter.com/flafreakshowThe latest, greatest, most freaky news out of Florida, in less than 140 characters.You're welcome!

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Thoughts on the 2009 Oscars...1) What the hell was Jessica Biel wearing? It looked like they sewed a sack to the bodice of her dress so that she had a place to stash her drivers' license, a spare lipstick, and another pair of shoes. Really, does she need to carry a purse, too? It seems a bit superfluous.2) Ditto the WTF to Tilda Swinton. Great actress. And I know she doesn't have the most

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It's been a while since I introduced a new theme for the blog, so here we go: Introducing, "You Asked For It," a post in which I peek at the search queries that brought you (or at least someone) here.From the UK:Cape Coral Beaches. I hate to break it to you, but there's only one beach in Cape Coral. And it ain't great. It's a little man-made beach with east-coast sand (if you've ever been to

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So, if you're a regular reader of this blog (and you actually still come here on occasion? You must be a better friend than I thought!), you've undoubtedly noticed something new above. Yep. There. Just above my most recent post.As the social-media know-it-all at work, I realized I spend way too much time updating MySpace, Facebook, and Twitter pages. And not nearly enough time on this

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My parents are both birdwatchers. And they've tried to get me into it. Sure, there's a certain charm to ornithology. But my personal hobby is people-watching. And it's quite a hobby in itself.For example, check out this gem we stumbled across today at the Blues Traveler concert. Even better, he stood still long enough for us to get some pictures without startling him. Happy Valentine's Day

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Ok, ok... I know. I did it again... leaving my blog to wither and die while I'm off perusing other websites like Twitter and Facebook.But lately, our very own Cape Coma has become a hotbed for freakitude. Sure, Florida's always been a hot mess... but usually it's on the east side of the state. Apparently, the migration has made its way to our side of the state. Call it Manifest Destiny, I

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Tell me that's not an intriguing title for this post!I saw this ad today on youtube, and I just had to share it with you:"U," by the way is a product made by Kotex.I guess nothing really says feminine hygeine like an anthropomorphic beaver.

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Usually, on New Year's Day, I'm watching lots and lots of football. Not this year, however.Bowl Game, Schmowl Game.... this is the only game I'm really excited about on January 1, 2009:I mean, seriously. Two "Original Six" teams, playing outdoors, in arguably the best-known outdoor sports venue in the United States? Oh, and one of those teams happens to be the Red Wings, the defending Stanley

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I hope everyone had a merry Christmahaunnakwaanzakaa!Cory and I had a nice, relaxing, stress-free Christmas with Zoe... we went to a movie (The Day the Earth Stood Still. Don't bother.), ate Chinese food (an O'Dizzle tradition), opened presents (Thanks for all the good stuff!), talked to family on the phone, and that pretty much covers it. Nice and uneventful. We both worked the next day, so we

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Merry Christmas from Zoe!

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You might think that lighting a palm tree would be easy. After all, you don't need to contend with stiff, cold fingers, freezing rain, or leaning on an icy ladder.You do, however, have to dodge the spikes. See, before a leaf on a palm frond becomes a leaf, it's a razor-sharp spike... much sharper and pointier than any pine needle. And they hurt like a bitch when they stab you.Was it worth it?

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A confession-- We have a Charlie Brown-ish Christmas tree. I bought it for $30 at Target six years ago. It's about 6 1/2 feet tall, and maybe three feet across. But when you've lived in apartments most of your life, and have WAY too much stuff already crammed into it, an anorexic tree is the way to go.The other nice thing: You don't need to buy many ornaments when your tree has an eating

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Sigh.The last few weeks have been insanely busy. Between preparing for the Festival of Trees, trying to find a dress and shoes to wear to our Gala (Failed miserably with the shoes. I have a blister on the top of one of my toes. How does that even happen?), catching up on a week's worth of work, attempting to figure out what kind of insane accounting system our folks used at checkout, and

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source

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Christmas is weird in Florida. It's really hard to get into the Christmas spirit when it's 80 degrees outside-- and even in an unseasonably cool week like this one, it isn't exactly winter-like.So, spending the last several days preparing for the Festival of Trees has been a little surreal. The interior of the art center looks like a winter wonderland... and outside, it's sunny and the only

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Cory and I have recently become fascinated obsessed with an odd little video on YouTube (Thanks, Melissa & Chris).Enjoy:We've pretty much made it our mission to make this the most-watched video on YouTube. So watch it. over and over. and tell your friends.Do it.

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I'm sure you all know of our fondness for karaoke. There was a stretch of about a year and a half when Cory and I hung out regularly at a karaoke bar after work. Our wedding reception ended up at that same karaoke bar and closed the place down... with Cory and I singing "Love Shack" as the final number of the night.Cory's a pretty good singer. Yeah, he's had one or two rough experiences on the

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Quick-- which picture is cuter?This one:This one:Or this one:We report, you decide....

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About 40 kids with special needs got a chance to cast their ballot in a mock election at their special school on Tuesday. By the way, they picked Obama.read more | digg story

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From my informal survey, conducted on a busy Saturday afternoon as I navigated my way through Wal-Mart and Target parking lots.People with Obama bumper stickers are more likely to let you into a gap in traffic than people with McCain bumper stickers.(Sample Size: 3 Margin of error: infinite)Not an endorsement. Just an observation.

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One of the weird things about living in Florida is that the Farmer's market runs from October until May. So, while yesterday was the last Farmer's market of the year in my hometown, it was also the first one of the season here.My plan was to get there around 9:00 in the morning while there was some good stuff still there. But for some reason, I actually managed to sleep in (which I usually

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A local sports story made its way onto the front page of ESPN.com yesterday-- as one of our area high school football teams beat another local squad 91-0.Had I not been unceremoniously dumped by my previous employer, there's a very good chance I would have been at that game and would be covering that story.I know how 91-0 looks. But for what it's worth, the Naples High School coach is an okay

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There's a new Ruby Tuesday opening down the street from where I work (actually, it's almost exactly halfway between cory's workplace and mine).Between part-time and full-time positions, they have about 80 available jobs. And today, they received 1,000 applications.Every day, I thank my lucky stars that I found a job... and that I actually like it.

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In our area, and in other sandy, hot climates, cute little birds called "Burrowing Owls" exist.Now normally, I find owls to be a little creepy. And those old ladies who's homes are decorated with thousands and thousands of macrame owls are even creepier.But burrowing owls are pretty cute. They're less than a foot tall, they live in little holes in people's lawns (thus the name), they have

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One of my co-workers has MRSA. Problem is, none of us (including herself) found out she had MRSA until I'd spend the a good chunk of the day working at her computer. Her (probably) highly contagious computer. And scratched a bunch of mosquito bites after touching her (probably) higly contagious keyboard.So that's fun, right?

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Cory and I went out to Pine Island today to check out the nature center there-- they were kicking off next month's celebration of Ding Darling Days a little early.Living so close to the coast is a little weird-- not being part of the whole boat culture here. There's a whole world that's right in our backyard that's completely foreign to us. When we go to the beach, people are anchored just

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I just read that Paul Newman died... and now I think I'll have to watch my favorite Paul Newman movie again tonight. No, not The Hustler. Or The Sting. Or even Butch Cassidy & The Sunshine Kid.Those who know me well know that I believe Paul Newman's greatest accomplishment was as coach Reg Dunlop in Slap Shot.About 15 years ago, I was watching the Today Show while they were interviewing Newman

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I don't know if I've ever talked about our friend Deb before-- Cory and I met Deb several years ago when we were working in Columbus, Ga. Our station hired her to be one of the anchors for our fledgling Fox newscast.Deborah is awesome-- Smart, sassy, stylish. You know, a lot like me... Only much, much cooler. She found out a few years ago that she had breast cancer, and really started

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And again, Jesus is visiting the Sunshine State. This time, he was spotted chillin' at the beach.I hope he has the good sense not to wear a speedo. He is, after all, from another country. And in my experience, the majority of foreign men visiting Florida beaches believe that wearing a speedo is a really good idea.

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Jesus (and no, I don't mean hey-soos) spends way too much time in this state. Today, he's appearing on drywall. I think it's his commentary about our current real estate and construction crisis. Interestingly enough, when the secondary drain pan in our air conditioner overflowed, and flooded part of our attic, the ensuing stain on our ceiling did not look like Jesus. Or even the B.V.M. It

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Several years ago, when I was beyond miserable working in Columbus, Ga, I started looking at jobs teaching English overseas. I got on a kick where I really wanted to move to Japan. Unfortunately, Cory wouldn't get on board with the idea, and we ended up in Georgia for another year. Well, a friend of ours has embarked on the adventure of a lifetime... and I'm completely jealous. For the next

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From the National Hurricane Center:I love it.

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Cory and I have a friend who habitually writes on his hands. Usually it's little reminders to himself, like "Dentist" or "Buy batteries" scrawled across his hands in Sharpie. He's an artist, and there's a very simple poetry to his scrawlings.Personally, I think it would be damn funny if he had "Buy notepad" tattooed on there. But that's another story.I really think he needs to see this. It

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You know that scene in "The Jerk?" The one where Steve Martin is running around, flapping the phone directory over his head, shouting "The new phone books are here! The new phone books are here!"Well, I kind of felt like Navin R. Johnson today.I got the mail, and there was something bulky in the bundle. It was pouring out (thanks to Hurricane Ike), so I had to round the corner of the building

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Okay... so we're all breathing a sigh of relief about Ike. At least here, we are. In Cuba, they're probably crapping their pants. And Haiti? I work with a couple of Haitians who rarely hear from their family in the first place-- and with the constant flow of hurricanes barraging that country, they haven't heard a thing in ages. So, two things-- if you're as obsessed with weather watching as I

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Oh yeah... I think this is what we all really needed to see.I can't wait until December 1, when this whole mess will should be over.Until then, I'll be holding my breath. And looking into hurricane shutters.

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(note: I wrote this post this morning, but the computer decided it needed to shut down to install updates. Stupid Windows Vista.)Overnight, Gustav turned into a category 3 hurricane, and it's breaking my heart.If you know me, you know that New Orleans holds a very special place in my heart. Cory proposed to me in the crescent city-- before Katrina nearly destroyed it. Three years ago this very

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I've been really trying to avoid politics lately... partially because I lost interest once Mike Gravel stepped out of the running (have you ever seen such bizarre political ads in your life?) and partially because Cory's fascination with MSNBC has gotten me burned out on the election.However, I have to ask: What the fark is John McCain thinking? I mean, I kind of understand him picking a woman

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Sure... we've seen it before. An image of the Virgin Mary in a grilled cheese sandwich. Or in a chest x-ray. Or this time, Jesus in a piece of wood. But only in Florida, can you flip that picture of Jesus upside-down and find el diablo instead.

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We obviously survived Tropical Storm Fay. She made landfall about an hour south of us, flooding the streets of Marco Island and dumping 8 inches of rain on some areas to the south and west of us.Here in the Cape, we only got a little sideswipe by Fay... a couple of inches of rain and a lot of wind. We were ready, though-- with many jugs of water and fresh batteries in the flashlight.Cory

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I've been exhausted for the last week, primarily because I've been staying up until well past 1 a.m. watching the Olympics every night. No posts here about Michael Phelps. Yeah, what he did was amazing, and I love watching Olympic swimming. But I'm burnt out on the guy. Seriously. So glad it's over, because I can't watch his freaky double-jointed elbows flapping around the pool any more.

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So Fay is headed our way... at least for now.On Friday morning, it looked like Fay would hit far east of us, and travel up Florida's Atlantic coast as a tropical storm.By Friday evening, the track was headed to the west of us, but was expected to strengthen into a category 1 hurricane.Well, as these things often happen, the track has changed again. Fay is headed right for us again, and is

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The Hockey Hall of Fame has announced its induction class for 2008. No surprise, there are some big names on there. Brett Hull. Brian Leetch. Mike Richter.And Cammi Granato.Casual hockey fans know Cammi as the sister of former (and current again) Colorado Avalanche head coach Tony Granato, who spent his playing years with the San Jose Sharks (among other teams). Others may know Cammi as the

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...so little time.I've been pretty busy at work lately, with the Grand Opening late last month, the trip to Colorado a week ago, and budget time rolling around. It feels like all the time I spend away from the office, I'm either napping or trying to catch up on the TiVo. And yet, I never get enough sleep... and the TiVo is still jam-packed.I have a few quick thoughts, though.First, I've taken

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I got back into town late Thursday night-- and still managed to get to work on time on Friday. After work, Cory and I went to grab a bite to eat during his dinner break.On the way back, we were zipping about 55 mph down Pine Island road, a divided highway with turning lanes on either side. I saw something large in the right turn lane, swerved to avoid it... and realized it was a turtle,

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The conference has been keeping me pretty busy, but I thought I could take a minute or two to post some photos from our resort. The first photo on the left is the view from the hotel room patio (where I'm currently sitting as I type this). That's Cheyenne Mountain-- The same mountain that holds NORAD's operations/command center. The entrance is on the other side of the mountain.You also can't see

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It's been a long time since I've done any work-related travel. As a speech/debate coach, I used to travel nearly every weekend during the school year (mostly 5-6 hour drives), and flew a few times a year, either to tournaments or professional conferences. But once I started working in sports, those opportunities dwindled. Sure, I was driving around all the time to cover games, and occasionally

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For Cory and me, "normal" has been anything but.Since we started dating... seven years, eight months, two weeks, and six days ago, we haven't been on the same schedule. At first, I worked nights and he worked days, which meant we had weekends to spend together. That lasted about a year. Then, after a three-month separation, we both worked nights-- but had different days off. He worked Monday

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So, we went to Corkscrew Swamp on Sunday and made the long trek to see the Ghost Orchid. I have to say, it was a little disappointing. There was only one bloom (three buds) and it's so far away, you can't see it with the naked eye. I'm sure if we'd gotten to see it when it was in full bloom, it would have been more impressive. The best I could do was take this uber-lame picture through the

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Ripped from the headlines:Police officer fired for demanding free coffee at Starbucks.My favorite part? After he was accused, he insisted on taking a polygraph test. And he failed.

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One of our stores is celebrating a Grand Opening tomorrow-- so I've spent most of the last two days at the store, helping them set up, decorating for the Grand Opening, and just generally doing my P.R. thing. It's been a little bizarre. See, despite the giant sign that says "Opening Soon" and another sign that says "Grand Opening, Friday July 18th," about 50 people have just randomly wandered

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For the last several years, I've worked in a very small, compartmentalized department at work. When I was teaching, I was part of a large department, but as forensics coach, my office was on the other end of campus, and I really only spent time with the other coach. Working in television, I was part of a newsroom, but I was part of a two or three person sports department, usually located in a

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For the last two weeks, a rare Ghost Orchid has been in bloom at a nature preserve near here. It's about an hour drive from our house. We didn't make it to see the orchid last year, and it's starting to look like we might not get to see it this year, either.My back is getting much better-- but seeing the orchid requires a two-mile hike. And let's face it... walking has never really been my

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The "Burn Notice" season premiere will be re-run four times Saturday afternoon... and it'll air again on Sunday morning.We still haven't watched it yet. We're weeks behind on the TiVo, though I suspect we'll skip ahead to get to this.

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I'm at work... so this will be a very brief post.One of television's best shows comes back for a new season tonight. If you haven't seen "Burn Notice" yet, give it a try. The writing is good, the actors are talented, the plotline is compelling, the scenery is great, and it even has one of the funniest actors of our time in it, Bruce Campbell (remember "The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.?"

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(Almost, because he's not my husband)Regular readers of my little blog are probably familiar with my nauseating affection for former Rams/Seahawks Defensive End Grant Wistrom.However, I'm not sure if I've ever waxed poetic about my fondness for Chiefs Tight End Tony Gonzalez.First of all, the man's good-looking. I'm not going to pretend that I didn't notice. He's also one hell of a football

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Is there anybody out there? Probably not. I don't blame you. It's been more than a month since my last post. I blame a number of things.1) Sciatica. About a month ago, I seriously messed up my back and tweaked my sciatic nerve. It hurt to sit upright. Thus, it hurt to sit at the computer.2) Our computer. Slow, slow, slow. It literally took ten minutes to boot up. And the last thing I

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Thats about all I have to say, really. Mostly because it kinda hurts to sit at the computer.Oh.... Okay. I guess I have one more thing to say.GO WINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Two years ago, Jon Lester was a promising young pitcher for the Boston Red Sox. But late in the season, he was diagnosed with a rare form of non-hodgkin's lymphoma.Just six months later, after several rounds of chemo, I saw him at spring training, working out with the minor leaguers... and he looked great. Only a little more than a year after his diagnosis, he pitched the World Series clincher

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For the first time since Dan Patrick and Keith Olbermann stopped doing "The Big Show" more than a decade ago, there's finally another reason to watch Sportscenter on ESPN: Don Cherry.I was convinced that ESPN had completely given up on hockey after the lockout. They Dropped "NHL 2Nite," and they showed more Major League Soccer highlights than NHL video during the regular season. This, however,

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It seems way too early for the "love bugs" to be out... but last week, I saw one, and today, I saw my first small swarm of the amourous little buggers.If you've never had the joy of experiencing "love bugs," (and if you've never lived in the Southeastern US, you probably haven't), let me explain.First of all, they're completely harmless. No, they're not the result of some bizarre scientific

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It's funny-- during the week, I always think of things to blog about: Our first anniversary, Darren McCarty's return to the Red Wings, the absolute pain-in-the-arse that writing an annual report has become, seeing "Run, Fat Boy, Run," bad drivers, my trip to the world's largest trailer park... the list goes on and on.Then, I have a little free time-- and I've lost my inspiration.I did take a

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Seriously, how long ago did the movie "The Bucket List" come out? Every week, when Cory and I are looking for a Sunday morning matinee to go to, I see "The Bucket List" on the showtimes, and I usually say loudly, "That's still in the theaters???"Ok... I just checked... and it came out on Christmas. That's damn near four months ago.I get it. We live in Florida... "God's waiting room." A lot of

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1) You Have to Burn the Rope (the theme song is fantastic)2) Dance, Dance, Dance (I heart dancing vikings)You're welcome.

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(By the way, I'm not sure what's wrong with my blog at the moment. I'm assuming it looks as peculiar to you as it does to me. Sigh.)So, we get to Matlacha, and the fish-flinging has already begun. The kids competition was underway, which was pretty funny. A lot of really little kids picking up dead fish and trying to chuck them... then wiping their hands on the emcee's pants.Once the adult

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So, last Saturday, Cory and I had to one of those "Only in Florida" experiences: The Matlacha Mullet Toss. (Ok, technically, other states do "Mullet Tossing," too... but would you really be that surprised if I told you that they did in in Alabama? Of course not.) By the way, when I say "mullet," I'm referring to the fish-- and not the haircut so popular among rednecks and hockey players.

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This little gem comes from our hometown. You can file this under "Stupid Criminals." I just file it under "Typical Florida."Just a thought: If you absolutely have to break into a strip club, hold its employees hostage, and rob the place, you might want to rob a strip club that you didn't work at. Oh-- and if you happen to have a very distinguishable speech impediment as the result of a

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Wow. I've been a really crappy blogger lately. Sorry about that. This 8-4:30 schedule is quite seriously kicking my a$$. I don't know how you "normal" people do it. I get home from work, eat dinner with Cory before he has to get back to work for the night shift, and all I want to do after that is take a nap.Work, so far, has been fun. Most of my coworkers are pretty cool-- I go out to lunch

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In the last week, I've had two friends get engaged. Not to each other, in case you're curious. Our former co-worker Hayley got engaged to her beau, Nate, and my good friend, former speechie, and annual Oscar contest coordinator, Amy is marrying her man-friend Jeff. The funny thing is that both happy couples were at our wedding. In fact, I'm pretty sure that they were the only two unmarried

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So, the IT policy at my new job prohibits us from looking at social websites while on the clock. MySpace, Facebook, YouTube... they're all off-limits. And while most companies have a similar policy, our workplace actually monitors web usage. At least somewhat.I can live without MySpace... or Facebook... or YouTube. Really. I can. However, I don't have to, since one of my job

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Sunday was a little strange for me-- Cory and I watched the March Madness selection show, and I realized that I didn't really know much about college basketball this year. Other than a couple of conference tournament games this weekend, I really haven't watched anyone play since mid-December. I mean, I can usually make some pretty educated guesses when I fill out my bracket, but this year, I'll

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It started quietly enough. I couldn't tell one boy-band from another. MTV started to suck. Then I had co-workers who had never heard the term "latchkey kid." Let's face it. I'm old.Saturday, the final nail dropped. Wait... that's the wrong metaphor. The shoe dropped. whatever.I found a gray hair. (Or is it a grey hair? What's the difference, anyway?)In the past, I've thought I've found

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My first payday at the new job almost didn't happen.I arrived at work, and one of my co-workers and I wandered over to the accounting department in search of our paychecks. And there wasn't a check for me. To make it worse, the payroll manager wasn't going to be in until the afternoon.So I sent her a friendly little email, reminding her that my first day of work was February 18th and that I

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A few months ago, I introduced you to "Nub City." Today, it's time to drive the blog up the highway to "Gibtown." Much like Detroit is where old NHL defensemen go to die, Gibsonton is where circus freaks go to die.Part of the that book I'm reading right now ("Smashed, Squashed, Splattered, Chewed, Chunked, and Spewed" by Lance Carbuncle) takes place in Gibsonton-- and I was kind of excited about

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It's pretty rare for a professional baseball team to have cheerleaders. Here in Florida, it's not as uncommon. They'll do anything to try and put butts in the seats.And when I say "anything," I mean anything.This year, joining the Florida Marlins' cheerleaders (the "Mermaids"), there will be a new cheer squad. A chubbier cheer squad. A hairier cheer squad. A testosteronier cheer squad.The

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Attn: Cameron DiazRe: HairPriority: UrgentCameron, I get it. I really do. You have very thin, fine hair. Believe me, I feel your pain.But that doesn't mean you shouldn't at least try.You weren't asked to be an Oscar presenter because of your outstanding theatrical skills and your lengthy history of attendance at the Academy Awards. You were asked because you're eye candy. A ponytail and

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(Ok, so this story requires a little explanation for folks who don't live in this part of the country. Around here, if you want to be a member of a wholesale store, you have three choices. Of course, there's Sam's Club. Then there's Costco. And then, there's the unintentionally-humorously titled "BJ's.")I'm sure this has probably happened somewhere that you work. Sometimes warehouse stores

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The Flea Market here in town is only open on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. Fortunately, if I have a desperate need for fleas, I can just drive a few hours across the state to Deltona, where the fleas roam free like wild jackalopes. Except, of course, that fleas are real.

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Ok... so I've survived two whole days at the new job without screwing up anything major. Pretty impressive, huh?Of course, the majority of my first 16 hours on the job have been spent:1) Filling out forms.2) Waiting for I.T. to get my login to work.3) Filling out forms.4) Meeting people whose names I'll never remember.5) Filling out forms.Tomorrow, I get the best job ever-- writing the press

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So, I happened to catch my former station's newscast tonight... and Randy got to interview Bill Murray. I have to admit, I felt a twinge of jealousy.That is, of course, until I realized that it's Sunday... and that Randy had been working since about 9:00 am, and would be at work until at least 10:00 pm. I just might become a fan of this "banker's hours" thing just yet.

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Is it wrong that I'm most looking forward to dressing like a girl?I'm sure that the appeal of wearing a skirt and heels at 8am will wear off pretty quickly-- but for now, I'm kind of excited about it. In fact, I think I'm going to check the weather forecast for Monday right now... so that I can plan an outfit.I'm a little too excited about this, aren't I?

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As of Monday, I will once again be gainfully employed. Of course, I'm not going to tell you exactly where... Mainly because I try to keep this blog "under the radar." I will tell you that I'll be working for one of our area's most well-known Non-Profit Organizations. I'll also reveal that I've got a pretty sweet job title: "Director of Public Relations and Marketing."I'm pretty excited. My

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In the next week, my life is really going to change. For the first time since college, I'm about to become a 9-to-5er.To be honest, I'm not sure I can do it.Here's the thing. For the last nine years, I've worked nights-- usually a 2:30 to 11:30 shift. Before that, I worked mostly nights as a college teacher for seven years, and though I'd have to teach the occasional 7:30 a.m. class, those were

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So today, I got a job offer. For the job I want.Hooray!!!I haven't received the "official" offer package yet, so I'm not going to go into any details right now. Hopefully, in a few days, I'll have some good news to report... and if all goes well, I'll be starting next Monday!

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I was at Target tonight, and noticed that they now make "Guitar Hero" for the computer. I'm sure I've mentioned Guitar Hero here on the blog before. It's absolutely brilliant.... except of course, that it takes no guitar-playing skill to master it... and that you never actually learn to play the guitar. Pretty much, if you have a sense of rhythm and were decent at playing "Simon" as a kid, you

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I've been climbing up the walls since my interview yesterday morning. First of all, let me explain-- I was terrified of this interview. Three Vice-Presidents, and the CEO/President. Yikes. To top it off, I haven't really had a "real" job interview in about fourteen years, when I was looking for teaching jobs.Now, those interviews were intense, 2-day affairs where it seemed like I met everyone on

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Because I don't have the energy to make a bunch of seperate posts:1) I had a four-hour interview today for a job that I really, really, really, really want. It's down to me and two other people. And I'm afraid that if I don't get this job, I'm going to really, really, really, really lose my mind.2) So, the New York Giants won the Super Bowl. Huh. I guess I have to stop thinking that Eli

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For just the second time in nine years (and only the third time in the last dozen), I have Super Bowl Sunday off. And I was pretty excited about it. Of course, now that I don't have a job, I don't really have any friends, either... so it's not like I was invited to a Super Bowl party (sure, every year that I had to work, I was invited to at least one and had to decline). Regardless, I was

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Hungry?Hope you're not in Mississippi, Lard-butt. It just might be getting a little bit more difficult to get a sandwich in the Magnolia State.

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Just when it seemed like I was getting on a roll.... wham!I'm sick.And for what seems like the first time ever, Cory and I are sick at the same time. Usually one of us comes down with it first and the other gets it four or five days later. This time, we're on the same sickie-schedule. On the one hand, it was nice having company all day. On the other hand, who wants company when you're sick,

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