Husband let the puppy outside this morning to do her business and when he went to let her back in she was gone.  Vanished.  Without a trace.  The fence gates were all latched.  So either she learned how to climb over the fence (likely) or she was stolen.  I put up some ads on Craigslist and tonight I get to visit Minneapolis Animal Control and the Humane Society to see if anyone dumped her there.  I've called the two vets that are closest to us but no luck.  I'm worried but I'm not freaking out.

A couple of days ago we finally came to grips with the fact that she is just not the dog for us.  This causes me no end of guilt.  We researched the breed.  We did everything we could to make it work, but it just wasn't enough.  We yelled, we cried, and finally decided to find her a new home.  Now two days later she disappears.  Coincidence?  Karma?  I don't know.  I still feel like a horrible person.  Neither of us ever expected to be those people with the ad on Craigslist for our dog.

If we ever find her again, know anyone who wants a dog?

:(

So there's this giant rolling rack of computers by my desk that's full of desktops and laptops going back to Dell because their leases are up.  While I was taking inventory of them I had no less than four people stop, gawk, and say, "WOW OMG WTF R THESE 4 LOLOLOL??!!one!11!!eleven!" (OK, so maybe they didn't say that exactly but that's what they sounded like in my hormone-ravaged head).

Me: "They're lease returns from [one of our companies]."

Them: *stare*

Me: "...they're going back to Dell because they're old."

Them: "WOW LOL U SURE GOT LOTS 2 DO ROFL"

Me: "..."

Just a few minutes ago -- I swear this is true -- another person walked by and did the stop and gawk thing.

Person: "What are these things?"

Me (thinking this person couldn't possibly mean what I think they mean): "Lease returns from [company]."

Person: *stare*
Person: "Are they DVD players or something?"

Me: *brain explodes*

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bettie Page dies at 85

I am sad.  Her later years were troubled but I admire her for so many things.  She was one of the first women of her time to be upfront about taking care of herself and her body by exercising.  Her carefree smile and radiant beauty never betrayed the horrors of her childhood.  RIP, Miss Page.

I loathe that woman.

I've even blogged about it in the past.  Here it is again for your viewing pleasure.

Originally posted to http://www.mninter.net/~jasetter/archives/00000235.html 03/25/07

I believe that everyone has an arch nemesis somewhere in the world. Mine is Sandra Lee. My contempt for this woman is so great that if I saw her across the street I would immediately run through rush hour traffic to kick her in the shin.

She's like Martha Stewart's (who I dearly and truly love) untalented bubble-headed little sister who spent her college years bouncing from frat house bedroom to frat house bedroom and snorting coke off the basketball coach's ****. Her shallow bull**** "recipes" and "tablescapes" are distracting rather than informative. Watching her try to work a knife is like watching a dog work a cellphone. The Food Network has taught me that all it takes to score your own TV show and book deals is a garish wardrobe, some fake tits, and the ability to pop open a few cans of condensed soup. I'm sorry, but I cannot take you seriously if you take a butane lighter to reconstituted Jello pudding and call it brulee. And all those alcoholic beverages she makes at the end of every show... well, making a joke about that would be way too easy.

Long live Alton Brown.