Just Stuff

Nothing too exciting to report. Just thought I'd type a quick note to catch you up for the week.

I've been home sick two days with a bad sore throat and nasty cold. I still feel like crap, but I have too much to do at work to stay home another day. Guess I'll go and infect everyone.

It was sunny and for a bit I felt better yesterday so we took the dogs up to the CASEE center for a run. I planted a letterbox. Carmen rolled in a dead frog. Eww.

Then we took the dogs to the self-dog wash and got their nails cut and gave them their first dog-wash baths in their lives. Wish I'd taken my camera in because they were pathetic. Seriously, they were really good, but they were NOT happy. I told them this is what happens to dogs that roll in dead frog guts.

This morning I heard a crash and got up to find Greg crumpled at the bottom of the landing. He's okay, but has lots of bumps and bruises. He was knocked out for a few seconds, poor guy. I think Zinger pushed him down the stairs. He's really hurting today, but I bet tomorrow will be way worse.

So that's it. See ya!

Quote for the Day

We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, for so long, with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
Mother Teresa

That Mother Teresa was a smart cookie.

Happy Birthday!

Today is Stephen Sondheim's birthday. He has been describe as "the greatest and perhaps best-known artist in the American musical theatre."

He has written some of my favorite musicals of all time. I just pulled the following list of his works off of his website:

Alphabetical View

All That Glitters
Anyone Can Whistle
Assassins
Being Alive
The Birdcage
By Bernstein
By George
Candide
A Celebration
A Celebration At Carnegie Hall
Climb High
Company
Dick Tracy
The Doctor Is Out
Do I Hear a Waltz?
The Enclave
Evening Primrose
The Exception and the Rule
Follies
The Frogs
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
Gold!
Getting Away With Murder
The Girls of Summer
Gypsy
Happily Ever After
Hey, Love
High Tor
I Believe In You
Illya Darling
In an Early Winter
Into the Woods
Invitation to a March
The Jet-Propelled Couch
The Lady or the Tiger?
The Last of Sheila
The Last Resorts
The Last Word
Library of Congress Concert
A Little Night Music
The Mad Show
The Man with the Squeaky Shoes
Marry Me a Little
Mary Poppins
Merrily We Roll Along
Moving On
A Musical Tribute
Pacific Overtures
Passion
Passionella
Phinney's Rainbow
A Pray by Blecht
Putting it Together
The Race To Urga
Reds
Ring Round the Moon
Saturday Night
The Seven Percent Solution
Side by Side by Sondheim
Singing Out Loud
Sondheim Tonight
Stavisky
A Stephen Sondheim Evening
Sunday in the Park with George
Sunset Blvd.
Sweeney Todd
The Thing of It Is
Topper
Twigs
West Side Story
Where To From Here
Wise Guys
You're Gonna Love Tomorrow


Wow, that's a list, huh?

Thanks, Stephen Sondheim, for the many hours of listening pleasure you have given me. And for the cool idea for a letterboxing series. Coming to a "Woods" near you soon!

Moods

I marvel at the way the brain works sometimes. I’ve been having a crappy week. Too much work, too little sleep, night meetings, deadlines, crabby co-workers, the whole thing. Not to mention my massage was canceled for Friday...AGAIN. I’ve been bitching and moaning to everyone who would listen about how bad my week has been. So yesterday I was listening to Forbidden Broadway – Special Victims Unit and enjoying this song where the singers were making fun of Sondheim musicals (Forbidden Assassins) and I realized I hadn’t listened to a Sondheim musical in a while. So this morning, I decided I didn’t want to listen to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and deal with THAT drama, and instead spun the dial on the old iPod to find something else. I landed on Assassins.

Now, I know you non-Broadway nerds won’t fully appreciate this without having listened to the soundtrack, but that’s okay. Assassins is a musical about men and women who either killed or attempted to kill various Presidents of the United States. Cheery subject, huh? Kind of makes you wonder what the heck ol’ Stevie was thinking (drinking?) when he came up with this idea. Anyway, it’s a weird soundtrack to listen to because it has a lot of loud yelling parts and lots of quiet talking parts along with loud singing and quiet singing all intermingled so you never know which is coming next. Oh, and there are lots of gun shots, too. So you can be going along in a song all nice and quiet, la la la, and all of a sudden BOOM! A shot rings out. It’s an eye opener, I tell ya.

So this morning I’m driving down I-205 and listening to this soundtrack. I listen to Lincoln get assassinated, FDR live through his assassination attempt, McKinley bite it, and a lovely duet with Squeaky Fromme and John Hinckley singing about their love objects (for those of you who don’t remember that would be Charles Manson and Jodie Foster, respectively). Every once in a while there is a really loud gun shot that wakes me up. And you know what’s weird? I’m in a good mood when I get to work.

Huh.

Congratulations!

Congratulations to Lance Mackey, winner of the 2010 Iditarod! Nicely done, Lance!

Scary ... But with a Happy Ending

I just heard on the radio this morning that a couple Greg and I know from lure coursing have lost two of their Pharoah Hounds. They were up in Auburn at a lure coursing event and staying with some friends when two of their dogs went on a walkabout. I've seen Pharoah Hounds hold up a lure coursing trial for an hour while their owners tried to catch them, so I know these are not easy dogs to catch.

This morning I heard they had caught Luna, but her daughter Io is still out there running. Everyone please pray that Bill & Cynthia get both their dogs back safely. These dogs are loved like children and need to go home where they belong.

UPDATE:

I just read an article that said both dogs have been safely caught and are fine.
Whew! That is every sigthound owner's worst nightmare!

Forgiven

Okay, you’ve all been punished enough. Thank you for your comments and for letting me know that people actually read my blog. You are forgiven.

We will speak no more of this.