*Judo Chop to the Neck!*

Tyrone Germaine Hogan had to be thinking, “This is just NOT my day” when he met resistance in his attempt to carjack a minivan full of tourists. Resistance, kids, is also know as getting your ass kicked by a college varsity judo team in town for a competition. ouch!

Grrl Cars Are Better Than Boy Cars Anyway, SO THERE!

Following Jason’s link to the Car Talk site on The Worst Car of the Millenium, I found a pretty cool article on what people across the country are saying on the topic of Guy Cars vs. Chick Cars.

I had this same discussion a couple of years ago with a group of good friends. I was informed that my VW GTI was DEFINITELY a chick car. The guys insisted that my car was not “manly” enough to be a guy car. “Really, it’s sooo…. cute! What guy would drive a little thing like THAT!?”

”A cool one.”

Carnival Time!

In honor of my carnival like life this weekend (my housemate's wedding/my mother almost died and is back in the hospital/broke my toe and twisted my back), I give you a story from NPR about old time carnival fairs. I love the end of the story when they play the clip about the burlesque show!

Open For Dream Interpretation

I didn’t sleep well last night; I was constantly tossing and turning. I had a strange dream that went a bit like this: I was talking to Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam, when he suddenly starts serenading me with the song Black. The last line of that song always makes me very sad. The alarm clock went off just as Eddie finished. I woke up sad, tired and achy.

In Celebration of Meat!

On my way to work this morning, I passed an interesting sign. The sign announced an upcoming festival at the church: ST. ANNE’S SAUSAGE FEST.

Hmmm…

You Drive Like A Moron!!

Sometimes, I honestly believe that it would be handy to have a printer in my car! That way, I could print out one of these and slap it on the forehead of some idiot that cut me off on the highway!!

Bored?

My schedule is crazy today! Here's a little something to stave off boredom until I get back!

Headin' Home!

Okay gang, I’m off to Philly to visit me mum, and take funny photos of her when she’s passed out on pain killers. Nice, huh? Relax, I won't post them, so it's okay. I'm KIDDING! Anyway, here’s a little something to keep you entertained in my absence. Have a great wekeend and - Peace Out!

The Car Boys Rock!

My favorite radio show (Car Talk) probably is so because they address a number of my automotive/driving pet peeves. One of those pet peeves is SUVs. I’m probably going to annoy some of you with my comments, but hey, that’s my job, right?!

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like the styling and the general idea of SUVs – tough, rugged look; getting off road and way out in the woods…. However, the majority of owners never even take their SUVs off road. To top it off, they drive the behemoths like they’re cars. THEY’RE NOT!! There are many downsides to driving an SUV. Anyway, I’ll step down from my soapbox and get on with the fun stuff!

The Car Talk site offers a quiz that poses the question “Do You Need an SUV?”

My quiz results suggested that I don’t necessarily need an SUV (duh!) and suggested other vehicles for me. Top two of the list: Audi A4 wagon, followed by the Audi Allroad. Do those guys know me or what?!!

Hee hee! :-D (And no Todd, I'm not tipsy, just giddy!)

Help Me With Your Name….

Through work, I am enrolled in a self-development class. It’s to help with presentation skills, memory tags, etc. In last night’s class, we worked on memory skills; remembering names through visual association.

We were asked to pair off into groups of two. When in these groups, we were to come up with a mental picture for the other person’s name. Okay, no problem; I’m a visual person!!

I stood up, turned to my partner, looked at his name-tag and FROZE. His name is DICK. I’ll admit that it took me a second to recover. “Okay, so let’s start with your last name!”

It's Really, Really Stuck!"

Am I the only one, or do any of you have that annoying little kitten song stuck in your head too? As I left for work this morning, I said "I love you" to my dog. I had to laugh when I caught myself following it up with, "I really, really do..." UGH!

I just noticed I was humming it a few minutes ago....

My How We've Grown...

Our membership for the Detroit area has swelled from five members to 17 for the International Blog Meetup Day. I look forward to meeting you guys on Wednesday!

Saturday Night

Hee hee! :-D

What Tha'!?"
Okay, so you may have noticed there's something weird going on here. My "Date With Satan" post "disappeared," and the comments from that post were switched to my "Cat" post. I have no clue as to what has happened or why. At any rate, just so you're not lost, here's the "Date" post again!

“My Date with Satan”

While at the bookstore the other day, not only did I find that the book I went in for was on sale, I also found another book, a collection of short stories titled “My Date With Satan” by Stacey Richter. I’ve only read the first two stories so far, but those were absolutely hilarious! When I got to the counter, the cashier laughed and said, “Wow, I think I could write this book!! No doubt I’ve been on dates with him too!”

Well, I have another date tonight. Hopefully, he won’t be Satan, and won’t even claim to see dead people walking around. Yes, that’s happened and, no don’t even ask because I’m not going into it!!

me-OW!

Here’s a Purr-sonality Test to find out which breed of cat you most resemble. Apparently, grrlDog is likened to the misunderstood Sphynx. Think “Mr. Bigglesworth” from the Austin Powers movies. (Why am I talking about myself in the third person?)

Pace Yourself...

Things have been CRAZY with me lately! I’ve had two incredible days at work on a project I’m not really at liberty to discuss, but let’s just say that I LOVE this job!!! Anyway, since I’ll only be posting occasionally for the next few days, I thought I’d give you guys a few things to entertain yourselves with until I get back.

I'm house hunting and went to check out what seemed like a really cool place. I know. I know... if it sounds too good to be true... Anyway, I was greeted by a rather petite woman who made me think of Snow White or Minnie Mouse - in a pretty scary, “Baby Jane” sort of way. I continued to inspect her as I followed her around the house. "Oh yes, this is the kitchen.”

She was somewhere in her mid 50s; about 4’10” to 5'; dyed black hair - complete with bangs and two ponytails; no eyebrows (other than the penciled in ones that were melting away in this ungodly heat); and bright red lipstick (also melting). I continued to mentally dress her as Snow White, Minnie Mouse or some other cartoon character and with that high-pitched voice, she REALLY could be one of them… “Fill out an application? Sure, that sounds wonderful!" I responded, as she grabbed my attention back to her life story. “And my father never approved of me being a singer. Ya know, I’ve been a singer all my life…”

About 30 d-r-a-w-n o-u-t minutes later, I found out where she’d spent her life as a singer – in DISNEY WORLD!

“I am already roasted on one side and, if thou wouldst have me well cooked, it is time to turn me on the other.”

That’s right, time to bask in the glow of the annual Perseid meteor shower. Tonight (Monday) between 6 and 9PM the Earth will pass through the densest part of the Perseid stream. You can check here for more information on the Perseid meteor shower.

Calling All Bad Grrls!

Okay all you bad grrls (and boys too, I guess...), here’s a quiz to find out just how naughty you are. I scored a 25.
“16-25: You Go, (Bad) Girl!
You sound like the best kind of Bad Girl (*DUH!*): You think for yourself, but you're willing to listen to what others have to say. You're more likely to start the next big thing than to follow it. After all, you're way too busy following your dreams to keep up with the latest trends. You might have been in a little bit of trouble during your lifetime; but you know trouble is not only the best teacher, it's also sometimes the most fun.”

”What Kind of Guy Do You Want? I Can Get You Anything!”

I have nightmares about my friends “fixing me up” for dates. It’s the stuff that bad comedies are made of. My friend, we’ll call him D (husband of my good friend C) is head of a division of design for one of the big three auto makers. It's kinda weird because I've known D for about three years, well before I started working in the auto industry. Anyway, he's a big shot at the studio (my company’s client). Yesterday, he sneaks into a meeting I'm involved in and, during a presentation, whispers an update on this guy, a car designer, he thinks would be great for me.

D: "So, did you see him? Is he your type?"
Me: "What?!! Oh, hey! Yeah, I saw him."
D: "Okay, here's the thing. I was wrong. He's ‘Occupied’."
Me: "’Occupied?’ Like a Port-a-Pottie? What do you mean 'occupied?'"
D: "Well, I you know - he's got a girlfriend now or something. But there are tons of guys for me to hook you up with."
Me: "BE QUIET before you get me in trouble! Wait, “tons of guys”?! Who are you now, Chuck Woolery?!"

At this point, everyone (including my program manager and integration manager) is turning around to see who is being so rude as to whisper loudly and not pay attention during the presentation. They see it's D, and well, it’s not like they can yell at him or anything, so all is forgiven. Then the quizzical looks fly in my direction. Isn't that the new girl?!

Me: "D, shut up before you get us in trouble!"
D: "Whatever. So, is he YOUR TYPE?! Is that what I should be going for, or do you want something else. I can get you whatever type you want. There are lots of guys here. Take your pick. I can make things happen."
Me: “’Take my pick? You can make things happen? (snicker, snicker!) "What are you, a Designer Pimp or something?!! Would you cut it out?! People are starting to look."
D: "So, what's your type?"
Me: "SHUT UP and pay attention you dorky yenta! (smile)"

I look back to the presentation, catching everyone's eyes on D and I , trying to make out our conversation and the looks of frustration. "Why does the new girl get to talk to D? What's going on there? Must be that secret society of design conscious people....
I turned back to say something to D, but noticed he had escaped to the hallway and was laughing at me – stuck in this meeting.

My boss told me the manager reported to him that I'm doing a great job; networking well and picking up on my duties quickly. Well, I'll either end up getting a date, a promotion or both out of this!

"The only exercise I get is on the stage. If I didn't get that, I'd get a little round around the tummy, as much as I eat."

No, I'm not moonlighting as a stripper! This, along with other fine quotes such as, "I wouldn't call girls a hobby. It's a pastime," can be found in an upcoming article in Esquire magazine about Elvis, the King. Seems like they're trying to dig up something that hasn't already been said about Elvis to honor the 25th anniversary of his death.

This article is compliments of, and in honor of my grandmother, the biggest Elvis fan I know!