Friday, January 23, 2009

They came. They saw. They left with my heart.

For some oddball reason my sister loves living in Alaska with no running water, partial electricity, no relatively close neighbors (which at times I can understand), fifty degree below weather in the winter, and using an outhouse. My time with her is obviously limited. When summer time rolls around I’ll make my way up there, especially since Atigun was born, but for now I’ll have to settle for the extended layover mi familia decided to take in Seattle last week. It was slumber party central at my place, which basically equates to me keeping the baby awake until 3am for two days straight so I could get my time crunched love on.

I first met Atigun in August, just a few months after she was born. She has grown quite a bit since then and I must say, my niece is pretty Gerber-ish. I’m not just talking about that whole, “the perfect baby looks like blah blah Gerber blah,” she really looks like friggin Gerber on the jar. And apparently I am not the only one who thinks so, as my sister has been hearing that quite frequently.

One of my oldest, nearest, and dearest is a photographer and was able to snap some shots of the pretty girl right before they headed back home. I picked the pictures up last night and now have further evidence of my claim…

I rest my case.

We seriously need to enter her into some sort of baby food/college fund/Regis & Kelly/money winning contest.

GAWD she’s cute!!!!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Tunnels?? Really??

I am a self admitting pack-rat. I understand the urge to keep shit around.
But keeping (apparently) deadly trash....??

Hoarder Dies After Becoming Lost in Maze of His Own Trash
An eccentric loner in Britain hoarded so much trash he had to burrow through it to get around his home — then got lost in the maze of tunnels Friday and died of thirst.

Human mole Gordon Stewart, 74, had filled his rooms up to the ceiling with 10 years’ worth of garbage and clutter, making it impossible to walk around.

The compulsive hoarder is believed to have become disorientated inside the walls of rotting trash and unable to find a way out — then collapsed with dehydration.

Neighbors raised the alarm after failing to see him leave his house in Broughton, Bucks, for several days.

When cops arrived, the stench from the garbage was so foul they brought in a police diving team equipped with breathing apparatus.

It is believed they crawled around the tunnel network until they uncovered Stewart’s body.

A neighbor revealed: “A police officer said the interior was piled up with huge mounds of rotting rubbish and there was an elaborate network of tunnels to move around."

“They think Stewart may have got lost and died from dehydration.”


People never cease to amaze me.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

A useless piece of figure skating knowledge.

It was fifteen years ago today that Nancy Kerrigan was clubbed over the knee…

…which subsequently caused her to withdraw from the '94 Olympic trials, whine her way past the USOC onto the team, bump my beloved Michelle Kwan out of Lillehammer, gain a two million dollar contract from Disney, and then bitch about winning a silver metal.

Call me heartless.
I’m just a bit bitter on the subject.