Rhymes With Leslie Mann

For some reason I just remembered a guy I used to know whose name was Spam. Not his real name, obviously. But it was the boyfriend of a girl I was friends with in college (I cannot recall her name, though). They were ravers (did not approve) and this was before the Internet was as popular as it is now, so he was really nicknamed after real spam, which is fake ham. I guess calling the Internet popular isn't the right wording. Weird. Just like Spam.

Reasons For Our High Unemployment Rate

Newspapers are laying off workers and outsourcing to other countries!

OC Register to outsource some editing to India
From Business Week
Some highlights (or lowlights):
An Indian company will take over copy editing duties for some stories published in The Orange County Register and will handle page layout for a community newspaper at the company that owns the Pulitzer Prize-winning daily, the newspaper confirmed Tuesday.

The company has been through three rounds of layoffs in the past year, most recently in April when up to 90 employees lost their jobs. Employees were also offered a voluntary severance program in 2006.

Other newspapers also have outsourced some work to India. Mindworks began copyediting and design of a weekly community news section and other special advertising sections at The Miami Herald in January. A month earlier, the Sacramento Bee, also owned by the McClatchy Co., said it would outsource some of its advertising production work to India.

Loving Otis

Many moons ago, when I was in college, there was this open-all-night mini-market that sold Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookies. There were certain times of the day that they would bake them right there and when you got on that was fresh out of the oven it was pure heaven. The middle was gooey and not well-done, yet the outermost part was slightly crispy...perfect.

I used to buy four for a dollar and go down the street to the diner's vestibule to play Mortal Combat...or is it Kombat? I hate when people misspell on purpose. Maybe even more than when people misspell accidentally. Maybe. And maybe sometimes I even bought eight instead of four. Cookies for breakfast!

Did you know that Subway sells Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookies?!

Yum.

Junior Wins!

Dale Jr. wins! And I got weepy.

From Yahoo Sports

In two ironic twists, Earnhardt Jr.'s winless streak ends at 76, the same number of races his late father won in his Cup career. And the winless streak was snapped on Father's Day.

"It makes me feel good, even though I know I can't tell my father Happy Father's Day," Earnhardt said. "But I get the opportunity to wish it upon all the other fathers out there, and I genuinely mean that when I say it because that's what today is all about."

Friday The 13th

From Diane:

This is how my day started: I got up early to go to the gym only to find a drunken man outside my apartment door (my door - not the building door!) in a semi passed out state. And while I was trying to decide what to do, he manages to fall down the stairs and then just passes out where he lands. So I call 911 and have to wait for EMTs to arrive (15 minutes!). Then I have to go downstairs to let them in, meaning I have to step over his passed out body (I don't think he was really hurt, I just wanted him out of there). I open the door for them, ask if I need to stick around, they say no, so I went straight to gym and by the time I was back everyone was gone. All this before 6am!

Love

An Affair To Remember
She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex.
By Melinda Henneberger
from Slate

Great article...here are some highlights:

"He was going, 'She had her mouth on my dad's penis! And it's not even clean!' " Bob's son became determined to keep the two apart and asked the facility's staff to ensure that they were never left alone together.

"We're all going to get old, if we're lucky," said the daughter, who is a lawyer. And if we get lucky when we're old, then we need to have drawn up a sexual power of attorney before it's too late.

One day, the staff noticed that they were sitting together, then before long they were taking all their meals together, and over a matter of weeks, it became constant. Whenever Bob caught sight of Dorothy, he lit up "like a young stud seeing his lady for the first time." Even at 95, he'd pop out of his chair and straighten his clothes when she walked into the room. She would sit, and then he would sit. And both of them began taking far greater pride in their appearance; Dorothy went from wearing the same ratty yellow dress all the time to appearing for breakfast every morning in a different outfit, accessorized with pearls and hair combs.

Crazy Love

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles.
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.

She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief.

Yes, I need her in the daytime.
Yes, I need her in the night.
Yes, I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her, kiss her hug her tight.

And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day.
Yes' it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes' it makes me mellow down into my soul.

First dance, Van Morrison

Miss Mrs.

I wore my wedding shoes to work today...with jeans. Rose gold heels by Bettye Muller. I wish I could wear that dress again. Vintage-looking, A-line, sweetheart neck, lace, pleating, romantic.

I miss it.

I'm a Mrs.