Wal-Mart

What is it about Wal-Mart that makes it the best place to go when you are bored? I love to see all the 'different' types of people, what they are doing, what they are wearing, and what they look like.

I have a SUPER Wal-Mart near my house that we frequent a lot. It's open 24-hours and with a small child it's a convenient one-stop shop. I have been there in the morning, afternoon, evening and mid-might; you never know what or who you might find.

Wal-Mart is also a good place to act dumb because you kinda just fit in with everyone else. One of my favorite things to do, even outside of Wal-Mart, is to take pictures of weird things, people, and activities I see. What would I do without a camera phone?

A fantastic curly rendition of a mullet. Always a for sure moment at a Wal-Mart. This one was spotted in Spokane, WA.


With an adult child in tow, you are always sure to find a grouping of fruit or vegetables. This was shot at our local Wal-Mart in Troutdale, OR.


What better way to finish off a trip to Wal-Mart than with a fantastic hat picture?

News Articles Without Video

Who the hell writes this stuff?

Bengie Molina slams ESPN for humiliating highlight...but there is no video to watch. WTF, seriously. Even the link they give (you know, some random word in the story that's highlighted so you click on it) goes to a page where the video has been deleted by MLB Advanced Media.

I don't want to read how SSSLLLOOWWW someone ran from second to home, or how embarrassing a play was, I want to see it. How can a writer post a news article about an action play and not post a video?

First of all, I can't stand ESPN and their obsessive re-runs of SportsCenter. They never show anything other than Red Soxs and Yankee highlights, even if there was no game "This clip is from three nights ago, but we decided to show it anyway." Aren't there like 28 other teams?

Secondly, if you are a professional athlete you should be used to the camera and being made fun of for whatever you do, especially coming from ESPN. Doesn't make it right, but it seems like a small thing to get pissed about.

"In that Marlins game, which we won, Nate Schierholtz(notes) went three-for-three with his first home run of the season. Matt Cain(notes) pitched six innings of no-hit ball. And the one highlight ESPN shows of that game is me getting thrown out at home? And they're doing it just for laughs? "Look, you can say I'm the slowest guy in baseball or in all of sports or in the entire world. I don't take issue with that because I AM the slowest guy. I have always been the slowest guy. I can't challenge that criticism. But ESPN's intention was not to criticize but to humiliate. I would like those people at ESPN who, from a safe distance, make fun of players for a cheap laugh, to remember that players are actual people. With wives and mothers and fathers and children and brothers and sisters. My mother saw the clip.""

Look Molina, I AM reading about how you are the slowest guy in baseball but because you are also a sniveling baby, I can't actually see it for myself. You should thank ESPN. When you are all washed up, you'll still be making money off the bloopers video with you running slow. And, your mother needs to get a sense of humor.

As another blogger put it, and I couldn't agree more....."Bengie Molina is a 12-year Major Leaguer who has made $28.8 million in his career. If he doesn't want to face mild mockery for being overweight and slow, he should spend more time with a personal trainer and nutritionist and less time whining."

Wicked Pussycat

Wick-ed (adjective) Puss-y-cat (noun) -

1. track from I Luciferi, performed by Danzig

2. the furry beast that free-roams my house

Misty Mae (yes, named after the beach volleyball player) Harold-Jenkins Breckenridge-Frogner, is MY cat or is at least when she does something my husband doesn't like. It's the same husband who said he was allergic to cats but was later found canoodling with her in the bedroom moments after he bought her.

I thought Misty Mae sounded like a magnificent name for a porn star, a volleyball player and a cat. As luck would have it, her name was already Misty when we adopted her.

It was shortly after adopting her we knew we were in for it because she was a 'special' kinda kitty. Now that the child is here, Misty has been sent to the back burner, so I'd like to showcase some of the various places she enjoys being. Besides being in bed, Misty loves to be near the dogs. I'm not sure that they really love to be near her, especially after being randomly attacked from behind, which this picture clearly doesn't show.

If there is a sink, a bathtub, or even just water...she's there. Every morning when I take a shower she is right there, usually on the corner of the sink. Sitting, waiting patiently for me to get done so I can pet her. She sits there while I do my hair (she's not scared of the hair dryer anymore) and while I get dressed. She knows when I am done and then she goes to her sitting spot to say goodbye.

This is where she sits every morning as we pack up our stuff to leave for the day. This is also the spot where she sits when we cook dinner...or when we throw her off the counter, so goes and pouts here. A little ledge between the kitchen and the dining room.

If you are fortunate enough to have a 'special' kitty, you know that boxes, bags, and well whatever else they can get into, are favorite toys and hiding places. I think Misty is especially fond of bags, even when we instigate it. I can't even remember what this was from, but we called it her city because it looked like little buildings.
I didn't think there was anyway she was going to fit in there but I was proven wrong. Plastic shopping bags may be a hazard to pets as well as small children.
We dumped the Legos out of the bag for Von and she moved in.
This is my favorite. This was at our old house in Spokane and someone put her in the bag and hung her up. My mom, sister, and I were just talking about when I was little we always had cats and I used to bring them to my mom in pillow cases and tell her I got her a present. They would tear outta that thing and hide. It's still funny.
If you can't find her, always look in a cupboard. This was her spot at our old house.

She now enjoys scratching the outside, more than hiding inside. I still haven't figured out how she can walk around the rim of the basket without falling in. Little feet I guess.

She is always knocking stuff off ledges and messing stuff up in cupboards. It's like having another child.
Misty has fine tuned the art of posing. She has gotten pretty good at it and isn't camera shy at all. Crazy, wicked, pussycat queen.
Helping pack for a trip. She was in the garage the other day and the car windows were open. Joel came to pick me up and she was asleep in the back, so when he started the car, there she was. He just kept driving. That will teach her to ever want to go on vacation with us again.
In our old house where we could have a set table and the only thing you had to worry about is blowing the cat hair off. Now you have to blow off cat hair, foot pieces and whatever else got left on there.
We love her so much we packaged her.
She was helping me decide which bib would look the best on Von.
The stand off. Nothing really phases her.
At the end of the day, we love our 'special' kitty very much. She has used a few lives already so I hope she has learned her lesson. Don't go up to old cranky women because they take you to the pound for chasing birds in their yard and not all dogs are nice like ours. She will just have to be content on slutting it up for her dad in front of the computer...
...and cuddling with mom in bed.
Misty Mae Herold Jenkins Breckenridge Frogner...our little wonderland hedgehog.

On my way to a better face

The before is a long story, so I'll start with the now.

On Tuesday, May 4, 2010 I officially became a brace face. Go me! It's a step on my way to jaw surgery. I had spacers put in the week prior and I thought I could tackle that no problem. I must be getting soft in my old age because all I wanted to do was weep for three days. Now, I am convinced that braces are a torturing device and that's why we put them on our children. The word "congratulations" uttered from the orthodontist on my way out, just doesn't do it for me. What the hell was I thinking? Oh right, this is just a step on my way to jaw surgery.

The big picture is what will keep me from going crazy. I don't know how much soup, pudding, ice cream and alcoholic beverages I can handle. Can someone tell me when I can eat a steak? Maybe I'll be a drug addict by the time I get them off, that's positive thinking right? I've been in pain for so long, taking anything over the counter might as well be a sugar pill. My drug of choice is Percocet, but it's like pulling teeth to get it prescribed. Ugh, my teeth.

You can thank Erin Marie Soos...

...for driving me to blog. Too bad I am not as funny as her son.