A very sad thing
On the way to LA, a dog ran in front of my car. I slowed down as much as I could but bam! we hit him. He's a young pit bull, neutered, had been somebody's pet. We took him to the Hollister shelter, where he's been sitting for 7 days with no medical treatment. He seems to be perfectly nice but with so many pit bulls in rescue or in shelters, there's no hope for him. I've tried everything I could think of to find him a home, even a temporary one, but with no luck. I've offered to drive him anywhere, pay his vet bills and dance on a pole if someone could help but I'm afraid his time is up and he'll be another sad statistic very soon.

If you have a miracle that you can concoct out of thin air for young Jiggs email me.

Always a classic: The Gettysburg Powerpoint Presentation.

Doh! Themestream bites the dust.

In case you've been looking, you can find men in panty hose at boy cross dressers. Note: this link is not for readers under 18 (Megan, that means you!) or anyone who sits out in the open at work.

Today my retired friend, Jim, left me a voicemail reminding me (among other things) to keep going to work so his social security checks keep coming. I sure will, Jim!

I often struggle with eating meat. While I know that it's a bad thing, I adore many meat products and have a hard time giving it up. I've tried more than once, even going 9 months at a stretch, but eventually giving up. Maybe I'll try again with help from the Vegetarian Starter Kit.

For those hoping for greater coverage of our trip to the Price is Right, here's a little:

• 3:00 a.m. wake our sorry asses up
• 3:45 a.m. begin the trek to Television City
• 4:30 a.m. get lost on the way to Television City
• 4:45 a.m. backtrack and finally arrive at the hallowed halls of Television City. I'd always imagined it to be a village, chock full of outdoor sets and whatnot but no, in fact, it's a big office building without a lot of windows. But it does say CBS on it, as well as a lovely sign that said 'Welcome to CBS.'
• 4:50 a.m. take our place in the ever-growing line
• 5:00 a.m. the college chippies in front of us don't speak but rather, whip out a small pump and some balloons and commence making balloon animals. I am not kidding.
• 5:15 a.m. the chippies have balloon hats stretching 3 feet above their heads and are still not talking to us. By this point, a lot more people are behind us including some very scary Price regulars, coming to their 6th taping. All stories were told with voices that revealed a lifetime of smoking and booze. These folks arrived in their RV.
• 6:00 a.m. the security guard handed out numbers and let us into the gates of Television City, where we commenced waiting on cold-ass metal benches until 7:30, when they handed out different numbers. We also experienced the CBS Store, where I bought 4 Bob postcards, a sweatshirt and a Price pen. During this time, a loud man arrived and stood on the benches, shouting at us, wondering if we felt blessed. A fat skeevy guy walked by and said 'Preacher Man,' to which Amy replied 'White Trash Man.'
• 7:30 a.m. some other guy hands out a new ticket with a new number and we're told to come back at 9:30. So we leave and have breakfast at some diner nearby without a full set of indoor plumbing. Ick.
• 9:30 a.m. we return with our special numbers and are seated next to our balloon animal friends in order of the numbers. These benches are on the other side of the building but are still cold. At this time, we meet Joanne, who is busy pasting no less than 6 laminated name tags that say Joanne all over herself. She's here for her husband, Larry, who has a similar getup.
• 10:00 a.m. the pages start creating our nametags, which have to say our legal name. All these weeks of practicing "Liiiiizz Dow--tay!! Come on down!!" are now replaced by "Eeeee-lizabeth Dow-tay!" which is not the same.
• 11:30 a.m. at this point I'm tired and grumpy. The producers start interviewing everyone, asking only where we're from and what we do. Everyone besides Amy and I was retired or in college.
• 12:45 p.m. we line up on the 3rd set of benches outside the studio
• 1:05 p.m. the moment we've waited 8 hours for, we're let into Bob Barker studios. It's way smaller than I can describe and even smells like the 70's. I wasn't excited until the monitors fired up with a test pattern that said "Price."
• 1:10 p.m. Rod Roddy came on stage (which was only a few feet away since the place is so damn small) to warm us up. He told bad jokes about our butts and asked us to smile. Naturually he sported a sequined jacket and made those silly faces. He also told us that Bob would be entering from the back today.
• 1:15 p.m. Bob Barker enters the room, giving high-fives as he came down the aisle. In person he looks older than on TV, he had so much makeup on, he should be in a wax museum or an animatronic person on the Pirates of the Carribean. During the commercials he talked to us and it was a great time. I was so nervous I'd get called up, I was actually relieved when I didn't, I most certainly would have needed an incontinence pad.

More later, but it was great fun, though I'm in no hurry to go through all that rigamorole any time soon. If only Price had a FastPass like they do at Disneyland....

Our new puppy, Maddie, currently named Rainie. She'll be arriving on May 6. We can't wait.

Dan has been looking for this magazine and here it is: Issues Magazine. Enjoy!

Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand:
Would you like to ride on your own ass?

Our engineering group is moving upstairs and I'm being relocated. They've been talking about doing this since Christmas, and since then no less than 8 people have asked for my port number, which is located behind my monitor so 8 times I've had to stop what I was doing, move my monitor and look. Finally, I asked the last guy who wanted it why they couldn't talk to each other. He seemed kind of pissed that I'd asked but shit, isn't somebody writing this down?

In other news, my 6 inches of window space will be lost in this move. It's another fabulous day at the office.

Did I mention that I'm tired?

Woo hoo! Ellie's Puppy Album has been updated. I think Rainie will be coming home with us on May 6, but Lexie is also a contender. They're all adorable, and mom Ellie is still the belle of the ball.

We're back. It was great. I'm tired.