Two Charity Events Weekend

This weekend was pretty busy.

I hosted a Charity Event to benefit the National Multiple Sclerosis Society on Friday night. It was a lot of work to plan but in the end it was a great time and successful. The attendance rate wasn't looking too great the week before and I had to seriously consider whether it was worth running or not, but by the end of the week with some last minute replies there ended up being over 20 people to RSVP and show up so that was good. We had our own private room and bar, the food was pretty good, and later in the night there were some fun raffle prizes, including the much desired Red Sox tickets, which Rohit won! The crowd was very diverse with coworkers, college friends, friends from home, and new friends I've met along the way. It was great to see everyone and meet the nice guests people brought. I'd like to again give thanks to the generous sponsors who donated many prizes valued over $50:

-Chiara Bistro, a fine dining restaurant in Westwood. Thanks Dan!
-West Newton Liquor Mart, an excellent little wine shop run by a husband and wife. They only have the best tasting wine and actually introduced me to one of my favorite, yet hard to find, bottles of red wine. Thanks Joann! (and I can't spell her Italian husband's name)
-Dellaria Salon in Needham. Thanks Amy!
-Donahue's Bar and Grill in Watertown, where we held the event. Thanks John!


-Two of our lucky winners (right), who drove the farthest to attend!

All the proceeds for this event are going toward the MS Walk which I'm doing in Boston, April 13th along with some dear family and friends. I'm really excited about the money we've all raised so far and hope the weather is good that day! It should be fun!

The other Charity Event I attended was on Saturday to benefit the Avon Walk against Breast Cancer. My friend and coworker Cheryl is participating in that walk, which is pretty intense and you have to raise at least $1,800 or pay the difference.
If you'd like to sponsor either of these great causes most of you have a link to my personal page and Cheryl's can be found here. If you do want to donate to Cheryl's team she requests that you donate to one of her team members since she already reached her goal, and the extra that she raises doesn't count toward her teammates required $1,800. Just click on "Walking 4 2nd Base team page."

I just checked the Boston MS Walk site and my name is listed as one of the top individual fund raisers! That's only going to increase once I add the more than $600 raised from the benefit! This is very exciting--thanks to all who have supported me so far in this endeavor!

To Everything, There is a Season

And a time for every purpose, under Heaven.

Despite the cold long winters of New England, I like living here because of the changing seasons. It is officially spring even though it doesn't feel like it. On the bright side It's already staying light later and I'm hopeful the blooming flowers arrive early this year. I can't help but feel that the real spring is almost here; especially since baseball season is upon us. If you're an early bird you can catch them play against Oakland in Japan at 6am tomorrow morning! I wish I were a morning person, but I love to sleep! There's a quiet about the morning that I love, and people tend to be nicer then. My friend at the Law School once told me it's because no one has ruined their day yet. I dunno. Ha, I guess it makes sense.

I can't wait for the Gardens to be in full bloom. This is definitely my favorite season; I even took this little test to find out, and yup, it's confirmed!

You Belong in Spring

Optimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world... You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring. Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!

What Season Are You?

The Hub is a fan of Autumn which the quiz also confirmed. Try for yourself and let me know which season you like th best!

You Belong in Fall

Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times... You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you

What Season Are You?

Engagement News

Getting married is the thing to do!

I have some more friends who recently got engaged! I'm so happy for them, and absolutely love weddings!

I am a bridesmaid in my friend Jen's June wedding, and went to a bridal shop last weekend to get my measurements. I have to admit being surrounded by beautiful wedding dresses again made me a little nostalgic and a couple gowns in particular caught my eye! Seeing as I have no intent of divorcing my husband just so I can have another wedding day, I will have to be content with what I already had, which I would easily describe as the best day of my life; not solely b/c I married the best guy I know, but more b/c of how special it was to have so many beloved family and friends together to celebrate our day. It was the people in attendance that really made it so stand-out-special for me.

My college friend and sophomore year roomie, Elizabeth, got engaged last month and her engagement story is literally THE BEST I've ever heard!! Props to Dan for an incredible plan. My friend thought they were going to Cali for their anniversary and instead he whisked her away to Paris! That's not even the best part (though good enough taking your girlfriend to the most romantic city on earth!), then he wined and dined her at a fancy Parisian restaurant only to time his proposal just perfect that right after he proposed and she said yes the Eiffel Tower lit up for Paris par nuit! I LOVE her story and am so excited for her wedding this Labor Day weekend (a very good time indeed to get married! Not that I'm biased or anything ;-) I will be celebrating my 3 year anniversary in Chicago since we'll make a little trip out of it.

My high school friend Catherine is getting married in 2 weeks! I'm really looking fwd to it. Her bridal shower was very nicely done, and Jen and I helped her with the gift opening and recording. It was a lot of fun. We can be pretty embarrassing together, but we evoked a few laughs, and most importantly made the bride-to-be feel like a queen! The best part beforehand was shopping together for the gifts. We printed out her registry and late as we always are there wasn't much left (good for her, bad for us). Jen thought it would hilarious to buy a 5 foot shower rod among something else she had in mind, and it was already assembled so the shape alone made it a must buy. We cracked up to the point of tears just thinking of her showing up at the shower with big oddly shaped gift in hand! And it was pretty funny. We got some guesses before Cathy opened it: tennis rackets, a guitar, an ironing board, golf clubs...even she was in suspense until Jen said it was something on her registry. I also ran into my childhood best friend, Danielle at Bed, Bath and Beyond. It was great to see her.

The next new engagement I will keep somewhat quiet b/c it is pretty new. Since I know some of you who read this blog know this person....
I got an email with 2 different rings asking which one looked better. I'm kind of biased to platinum so chose that one in one of 2 settings. Then I got another email asking which 2 scenarios would be more romantic as far as proposing. I'll just say it was sweet and involved a skating rink surprise. That Sunday I got a text message, "She said yes!" and called later to congratulate said friend and hear how it went. The reason why I'm not giving the identity away is b/c of the following conversation and even tho I wasn't specifically told not to say anything, I just want to err on the safe side.
Me: Congratulations--so are you looking at dates or time of year?
Friend: Yeah, next weekend!
Me: Shut up, when really?
Friend: Next week!
Me: Oh my gosh!

So congrats to them on becoming engaged and getting married!

Lastly, this article caught my eye of a poor engagement story (Mike and Tara keep on the look out!):

Fri Mar 14, 10:48 AM
LONDON (Reuters) - It is the one moment every man wants to get right -- and which London floor-fitter Lefkos Hajji could hardly have got more wrong.

The luckless 28 year-old's dreams of giving his sweetheart, Leanne, 26, the ultimate proposal have literally vanished into thin air.Hajji, of Hackney, east London, had concealed a $12,000 engagement ring inside a helium balloon. The idea was that she would pop the balloon as he popped the question.But as he left the shop, a gust of wind pulled the balloon from his hand and he watched the ring -- and quite possibly the affections of his girlfriend -- sailing away over the rooftops.
"I couldn't believe it," he told The Sun newspaper.
"I just watched as it went further and further into the air.
"I felt like such a plonker. It cost a fortune and I knew my girlfriend would kill me."
Hajji spent two hours in his car trying to chase and find the balloon, without success.

"I thought I would give Leanne a pin so I could literally pop the question," he said.
"But I had to tell her the story -- she went absolutely mad. Now she is refusing to speak to me until I get her a new ring."
He is hoping the ring will still turn up.
"It would be amazing if someone found it," he added.

So What Do You Think?

Who should be voted out tonight?

I think Kristy Lee Cook because of the following reasons:


1) She's not that good
2) She sold her best horse (see earlier AI post). That's crap.
3) She had a cute shirt, but horrible hole infested pants--yes, image matters in this contest.
4) She didn't choose a good song--wait, every Beatles song is good. Oh, that's right she sang it in a horrible country white trash twang that seemed ingenuine.

I thought about 5 or 6 of the 12 were actually good.

If Kristy doesn't get the boot, it will probably be David (stripper at a gay establishment) Hernandez.

Chikezie was my ABSOLUTE favorite last night. Followed by David Cook and Brooke White. I like Jason dredlocks too.
Two of my usual favorites David A. and Ramiel were not up to par, which was too bad since I really like them.

What's your opinion? (and I know my problem is I post right before for the show! So maybe next week I'll be better and post Tuesday night).

Expect the Worst When You're Expecting

So I've had this article in my drafts since Dec 06 and was just too lazy to post it, but after talking with P.S. as she goes through this "special" journey for a 2nd time, I figured I would share. I love it when people just tell it as it is, so props to this lady for not pretending it's always rainbows and butterflies. Just be honest. The only problem with honesty that I've found is some insecure people don't appreciate it and think you're trying to be mean. Being honest 100% of the time is not always feasible (nor recommended) but little white lies never hurt anyone. Also, it's all about linguistics and the way you might phrase something to be nice, this is where my Philosophy and Psychology degree pays for itself tenfold.

Example:
Friend with poor fashion sense: Hi C, do you like my new shirt?
What C thinks in head: Wow that's such a hideous shirt I wouldn't put it on my cat.
What C says: Well it's certainly different.

Anywho, enjoy the article, but if you're trying to get preggers maybe you should stop reading right here. It's a little hard to handle.

Don't let the perky pictures lie -- there's no sugarcoating the gruesome nine-month battle of pregnancy.
By Heather Havrilesky who is a television critic for Salon.
October 12, 2006

I'VE NEVER KNOWN a thing about pregnancy, so once I got pregnant, I quizzed every mother I knew about what Mother Nature had in store for me. Instead of taking time out from their busy mothering lives to relive the biological roller coaster of creating another human being, every single one advised me to purchase "What to Expect When You're Expecting," a hideous descent into the hell of gestation that outlines every possible malady and gruesome side effect ever experienced by any pregnant woman anywhere.

The grotesqueries listed therein, from heartburn to hemorrhoids to chronic dependence on adult diapers, are divided into monthly sections so that future mothers can savor a little dose of suspense-horror thrills and chills before bed each night.

But the most unnerving thing about "What to Expect When You're Expecting" is the cover. Perhaps in an effort to offset the bewildering and unpleasant-sounding ailments inside, the book is pink and yellow and covered in some kind of flocked, flowery wallpaper or quilt pattern clearly meant to evoke the sort of stuffy, overheated, split-level homes in the Midwest that have "country" decorations everywhere, from porcelain milkmaid statuettes to framed pictures of white ducks with blue ribbons around their necks. A mere glance at that cover is clinically proven to give pregnant women hot flashes, cramping and suicidal ideation.

And that's before their eyes rest on the main illustration. There, perched amid all those tiny yellow and pink flowers, is the expectant mother of every woman's nightmares. On my copy, she has a perky bob haircut, the sort of molded, unmoving mom-hair that only a woman who stayed up all night baking brownies for the PTA sale would have the audacity to wear out of the house. Not only that, she's clad in a yellow, Mr. Rogers-style cardigan and red polyester slacks that call to mind your fourth-grade Social Studies teacher, the one who gave an entire class of 9-year-olds night sweats by telling them that the Iran hostage crisis was sure to develop into World War III.

But that's not all. The woman also has on terrible geriatric penny loafers, and she's perched primly in a rocking chair, with this filthy, chipper smile on her face, like all she's done for months is sit there, rocking back and forth, only occasionally stopping to peruse the "Debilitating Symptom of the Month" or to order more whimsical milkmaid statuettes for the dining room. You could pass out copies of this image at local high schools and instantly cut the teenage pregnancy rate in half.

You see, it's not just the woman's style that offends, it's that peaceful, calm look on her face. This is clearly not a person who's been suffering through bouts of heartburn and dizzy spells. This smug mutant is not waking up five times a night to use the bathroom, nor is she suffering from flatulence or heart palpitations or pre-eclampsia. This woman is living a lie. Most important — and take this from someone who's been told that she could give birth any second, which is a little like being told that you have a bomb strapped to your chest and only Mother Nature, that bitch, has access to the trigger — this woman is not in her last month of pregnancy, because she bears no evidence of having random and unpredictable bouts of hormonal rage (listed merely as "mood swings" in this otherwise ruthless book).

You see, extremely pregnant women don't sit primly in rocking chairs, looking satisfied and happy with their bad hair. No, they drive too fast on the freeway, screeching at passing cars, or they bellow "Helloooo?!" into their phone at the Home Depot worker who put them on hold for 20 minutes instead of explaining why the rug for the baby room hasn't arrived yet and isn't likely to until the kid's third birthday.

A million new-mom manuals will never prepare most women for the fact that, in the last months of pregnancy, they're not going to be smiling bucolically while folding onesies in the baby room. They're going to be obsessively pulling weeds out of the frontyard while loudly berating their husbands for leaving the back door unlocked and forgetting to get the dog vitamins even though they were clearly on the list. The last month of pregnancy doesn't just prepare a woman to squeeze out a child, it prepares her to wage jihad.

Recently, after bursting into tears over a yogurt lid that refused to pull off, I actually had to stop and tell my husband: OK, you probably haven't been more of a snippy jerk than usual lately. Considering that my face is beet red and I'm sweating and weeping inconsolably over a cup of yogurt, the more likely explanation is that my nuclear reactor of a body, in its preparations for squeezing out our first child, is also preparing me to build bombs and wage hand-to-hand combat, if necessary.

So who belongs on the cover of "What to Expect When You're Expecting?" Maybe Archie Bunker, his face flushed with rage, wearing a big, ugly maternity tunic made out of camouflage. Anything less is false advertising.

How Was Your Day?

Mine ended quite fittingly by just being dead tired and wanting to get home, but who pulls out in front of me but Brookline Driving School. Doh.

All hail the poor student driver...yes, we've all been there but Boston drivers are fast and furious, so it's DRIVE or get off the road Granny! No joke!

I felt like I was in a parade through Newton at 20mph tops. I tried my best not to tail, and actually had to keep my foot off the accelerator. Luckily when I hit Comm Ave. they took a right and I regained the liberty of going 30mph!!!

Woo hoo speed racer!
Anything interesting about your day?

The Red Sox Meet President Bush

In case you missed it last week. I was actually taking a sick day last Wednesday and stayed home and vegged, so I got to see it live. He was actually pretty funny with his Dice-K comment that poked fun at his own poor use of the English language. However, his attempt on making a joke about Manny was inappropriate and not funny (I thought) at all. See for yourself.

Can't wait for another exciting season! I'm so sick of the cold I'm about to fly down to Florida and visit Fort Meyers and my boys.

I Caved!

I swore I would not get hooked on American Idol this year...but then I thought it ok to watch the beginning stuff (not religiously, just here and there)...then with no new TV thanks to the long writers' strike I needed something...then some of the stories drew me in a little...and somewhere between there and here I did it--I am unfortunately hooked!

The girls sang last night and here's my for and against picks:
For: Ramiele something er other.
Reason: She's very good, and seems sweet. Plus you don't see many Filipinos in the music industry in the US.
Against (though I very much doubt she'll be kicked out tonight): Kristy Lee Cook
Reason: At first I thought I would like her cause she had a horse, then found out how she sold said horse so she could have money to goto Philly even though he was the best horse ever. Now I'm totally against her, and hope she gets kicked out soon. Plus too many blondes and she recycled "Amazing Grace" and used it twice, which I thought was lame.
A Recap of the Girls Hollywood Week:


Boys:
For: David Archuleta
Reason: He'll probably win the whole thing, plus loved his rendition of "Imagine."

Against: Hmmmm, I thought they all weren't that great except for David...so I guess noone in particular.
A Recap of the Boys Hollywood Week:

Share your picks for who will win next week and make me feel less lame.

In a Falsetto

Those of you who know me know that I'm not big on V-Day. It's the one day of the year that I specifically say I don't want flowers.

Why? Cause every other lame a$s is getting them that day and it doesn't mean as much to me as something special like our 9 year anniversary in March--I know, I feel old now, though in my young defense I was a teenager when the Hub and I first started dating in college.

This February 14th however I thought it would be nice to make something for each other. You know something special with thought and effort like a homemade card when you were a kid. So we did our little thing and to be honest even though it was my cute idea I worked so much overtime for work and then was sick the day before V-Day that I was a bit under prepared and hoping we could push the homemade stuff til our real anniversary or whatever. Well the Hub held me to it and he made me a homemade dinner and dessert. The dinner part was very nice but a little non special since he is a good cook and loves to make me homemade meals anyway (the real way to one's heart), but he doesn't really do dessert so that was sweet (corny double entendre not intended!).
-Bench in Maui
Anywho, I had a few surprises up my sleeve so it worked out alright.

So I guess what I'm blogging today is a Happy Belated St. Valentine's Day and an I love you shout out to my Sweetie!
we can talk in this key right here
but any time u want me to take u up
baby jump on this elevator
promise there aint nothin greater

I Know Nothing About

So Many, Too Many Things;
I See I've Come to the Wall-
I'm Turning Around Now
I'm Spinning Around Now

Some of my friends are going through big life events this year:
Babies, Weddings, Buying a House...

While I have advice on planning a wedding and buying a house, I've got nothing on housing a baby for 9 months (I'm open to advice from those who have)...

Here are some articles that may be useful:

Caught my eye on Yahoo finance:
5 Pitfalls That Trip Up Working Moms

This one was one of the featured "How To" of the day on Google:
How to Plan a Wedding in 6 Months

This one caught my eye on My Yahoo!:
Realtors: Home prices to post another decline in '08

Though these are usually good life events, they can certainly be stressful, so good luck to you all!

xoxo

Harry, another day we will feel better about this
And we'll go through yellow yards, to the library lions
closing our eyes, spinning in autumn.

-The Innocence Mission

Cute Face, Nice Size

Stay kitted hood wit it...

Found this article short but good so hence the sharing. Yes, I'm still up...a bad habit I formed this week doing work for work. It's been a busy few weeks...I guess this lack of sleep in itself is bad for my health. Ho hum. Nor have I been to the gym at all this week now that I think of it. Well I guess since some plans I had got canceled I have no excuse not to go this weekend.

Fitness and Good Health: The Tricks That Work are Free
Posted Wed, Jan 30, 2008, 10:36 am PST
94% of users found this article helpful.

How is it possible that every year Americans spend more money on diet and weight loss aids and, research shows, every year we get fatter?

Something is not working. So let’s stop doing it. Stop buying every new weight loss remedy. Stop eating low-fat, low-carb, sugar-free and so on, because there are no free lunches, so to speak. None of this is calorie-free. Stop saying you’ll exercise tomorrow.

Get back to basics, start at the beginning, do the things that actually work – and remember, they’re free!

I know it’s almost too simple to say but:

Add 20-30 minutes of exercise to your day. I want to get up in the morning and take a 20-minute walk – period. Walk away from your house for 10 and then 10 minutes back and you have just done 20 minutes of calorie-burning aerobic training. Or, if you are really pressed for time in the a.m., on your lunch break, break a little sweat (nothing radical), just walk at a steady pace for 20 minutes.

Reduce your food intake; eat less at every meal. At home, prepare a dish of food that is moderately sized, a small (4-5 oz) portion of protein and vegetables and maybe a little soup or a salad (in a small salad bowl) to start. At a restaurant – plan to take some home. Ask the waiter for a take-away container when you order, and make a habit of taking part of your meal home.

Keep it simple so you will really do it – daily – and things will change. Give it 14 days and report back to me – I’d love to hear what you think.

Happy Trails -
Debbie Rocker

P.S. Props to the first person to name that song in the title.

I Don't Feel Right

when you're gone away

Seether Lyrics

It's hard to believe it was a year ago today that Simba died. He's so very much fresh in our hearts and minds...before today I could think back on what I was doing a year ago and Simba was in so many of those memories; last year's Christmas (where we put a bow around his neck and I warned him not to knock over Baby Jesus in the ceramic manager; that Jesus would not be happy with him),last Halloween (where he tried to snag some of our Oktoberfest), last year's move (where he cried the whole way in the rental truck I drove with Grandpa Di who tried to calm him in his thick Italian accent and tell him it was ok), exploring stairs for the first time, pretty much anytime we drink beer around the cats we remember his fondness of it...

So Many Memories:
-A game the Hub used to play with him...when he tries to play the same one with Darla or the boys they don't quite get it.
-His extraordinary patience with SD, who never grew up with pets...
-The sense of keen awareness he displayed...I swear he thought he was a human and not a cat.
-The bond he shared with Darla Beans...
-The way he would get mad at us if we went away for the weekend (or worse on vacation).
-The tricks I taught him..
-His genuine concern for David when he cried.
-His fondness for anything carb based (bread, pasta, beer, cereal) which I did not feed him, but he always found a dropped scrap if there was one.
-His curious nature...
-His love for the laundry basket.
-The way he would, without fail, greet us when we came home.
-His habit of jumping on the sink in the bathroom when I came home from work in our old Boston apt.
-The way he would sit like a human...
-His intense dislike of the WWF Panda I got in the mail from making a donation.
-The way he recognized himself in the mirror.

I'm afraid of forgetting these things, much like the way my 6 year old self was afraid I'd forget the sound of my Memere's voice (sadly I have). I'm alone tonight...just me and the cats. The Hub is on a business trip in Chicago. We visited his grave yesterday and brought flowers that a kind soul had given to me earlier last week. They still smelled good and I love flowers but don't like to see them die. It's a peaceful pet cemetery yet sad to read some of the plaques. We haven't visited in a while because it's hard to find with the snow. He's # 945 until we buy a stone. Burying him there cost more than my wedding dress, but we're glad we have somewhere to go when need be, and we can just walk there.

The worst feeling we have is that we weren't there with him during his final moments. The vet said it was most likely Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (a heart condition) and even if we had known or seen signs there was nothing that could have been done. I just hope he knew we would have wanted to be there with him...Darla has recovered from the loss, but it was hard for her at first. I wonder if she's forgotten him...

A small comfort I can take in his death is that I never would have met Milo or Oscar and they are certainly very much loved, and special in their own ways.

There's never a day I don't miss him...


You'll always be the best cat ever.

Ready for Superbowl Sunday

Due to certain circumstances the Hub and I decided to buy an LCD High Def TV. Actually he was bigger on it than I was; I'd rather renovate the kitchen with our newfound windfall, but whatever. Our old one is only 3 or 4 years old and suited me just fine. So he did some research to find the best quality and size for the best price and off we went to make our purchase last weekend.

We got to BJs and looked at the different brands he had researched and decided on a Phillips b/c of the way it looked. However, I took a look at the same one but 5 inches larger and thought even though it's too big for our current place it makes sense to have something we would grow into when we buy a house. I voiced that and other visual reasons and we ended up getting the 47 inch. Yes, me who didn't even care about an HD TV pulling the Hub's arm to get a larger, slightly more expensive one!

So we get it home and out of the car with a little help from our neighbors and Darla checks it out. Then hops in the empty box even though she doesn't have a clear way to get back out. Here she is in the box looking up and then an action shot as she proved even though she is tubby she can still jump like the rest of them, and she cleared the box completely.
BTW when you're carting away a new huge TV and a Pat's beach chair (ours broke) you never knew you had so many stranger friends. People kept talking to us in the store and inviting themselves over our place for the big game. It was funny.

I actually don't have a picture of the TV and the plot thickens but I really have to get going--gotta make a pre-party and then a game party...adios for now.










GO PATRIOTS! Good luck boys--here's hoping you stay perfect!

It's Not Just Boston Fans Who Are Crazy...

Dog gets dyed blue by insane Giants fan; grants me an interview

By MJD

WNYW in New York is holding a "How True Blue Are You?" contest, soliciting fan submissions of photographs that show how loyal fans are to the Giants. Joe Gannascoli, the man who played Vito Spatafore on The Sopranos submitted a picture of he and his wife holding their dog, which they had, in support of the Giants, dyed blue.

Gannascoli appeared on Good Day New York this morning to put his Giants fever on display. Meanwhile, I reached out to the dog himself, and he was good enough to grant me the following interview.

MJD: Good morning, sir. I couldn't help but notice you're blue.

Blue Dog: You're a sharp one.

MJD: It doesn't sound like you're happy about this.

Blue Dog: Ya think so, pal? How would you like it if you woke up tomorrow morning and you were blue from head to toe? Come on, buddy. I freak out when I get those weird brown rings under my eyes, and I'm supposed to be happy when I'm turquoise? And thanks for that, by the way ... you dolts couldn't even get me a decent shade of blue. I gotta walk around here in freakin' pastels.

MJD: Yeah, that shade may be more appropriate for Easter.

Blue Dog: I'm not a bunny rabbit, either, douchebag.

MJD: Do you see any upside to the dying?

Blue Dog: At least they left my crotch white. That way, my tongue doesn't turn blue.

MJD: That's good. So, do you even like the Giants?

Blue Dog: The Giants? I don't even know who the hell they are. Who are these Giants people keep talking about? How damn big are they? 10 feet? 20 feet? Is that was all this Cloverfield nonsense is about?

MJD: No, they're not actual Giants. They're normal sized people. "Giants" is just the nickname for a football team.

Blue Dog: Oh, great ... that makes sense. Yeah, because dogs love football. I love it when they do that blitzing and the diving and the homeruns and stuff. Yeah, it's great ... hike me the pigskin and I'll dunk it.

MJD: You're not interested in football?

Blue Dog: I'M A DOG, BUDDY. I'm interested in meat, things that are made to look, taste or smell like meat, screwing with the cat, and licking myself. That's about as far as it goes.

MJD: Do you have any plans for the Super Bowl?

Blue Dog: Yeah, smart guy, I do. I'm gonna walk around at some idiot's Super Bowl party, and a bunch of morons are going to pet me and go, "Awww, look at you! You must love the Giants!" You know, like I had some choice in being blue. Before the party's over, though, I'm gonna bite a kid's finger off and pee on an old lady.

MJD: That actually doesn't sound like a bad party.

Blue Dog: You wanna come? You can come ... but if you show up without some industrial strength dog shampoo, I'm gonna pee on your foot.

MJD: I have other plans. Thanks for the time, though.

Blue Dog: Ah, shove it.

For the Love of Cats