November 27, 2005, Catherine Woods, a girl from the neighborhood where I grew up was brutally murdered in her apartment in Manhattan. Yesterday, February 13, 2007, the jury went into deliberation to decide the fate of the man who murdered her. If you or anyone you know needs an update or some closure on Catherine Woods here is a link to the Columbus Dispatch article: http://dispatch.com/national/national.php?story=246501.
May Catherine rest in peace, may her murderer be brought to justice and may her family have closure on the loss of their eldest daughter.
I must rant. This is one of the greatest contradictions of my life. I am trying to utilize RoboHelp for a client to create a manual for their software from some GREAT Help files that they currently have. However, the program is old, non-intuitive and well not helpful. I find it odd that a program designed to create Help files has such absolutley terrible Help files itself. Their Help files have answered maybe 2 of my questions. This leaves 20+ questions unanswered and does not allow me to accurately answer my client as to whether or not I can perform a task for them. Argh! Software companies, stop buying each other out if you are not going to put forth the effort to make the product good. Yes, Adobe, that means you!
End Rant.
And for your entertainment, I have a picture of why you should not allow your teens to dress themselves…the shoes are an ox blood round toe kitten heel. 
Quite beautiful with the “too big ex-boyfriend Structure t-shirt”
Have you ever heard a song that made you wish your life had evolved along a completely different path? I have. Yesterday as, I was screening music for my Christmas party I came across this magical piece. Listening to it made me wish I had been one of those girlie girls who took ballet and could perform a perfect pirouette. It also struck my heavy metal chords so that I could not help but smile. I *heart* heavy metal. Every girl has to have a first love and that was mine.
As evidence to the prowess of this song, I passed it along to a friend. She agreed that this song could lead someone to flee for the ballet. (Notice how that doesn’t carry the stigma of other fleeings - such as to the circus…) To further test the appeal of this piece I played it for my boyfriend. When asked if it made him wish he had done ballet he looked at me blankly and said “no.”
I asked if it made him wish he had been in the pit at the ballet. He then smiled a sly smile that screamed “Oh yeah!” It’s hard to deny the fun of heavy metal melded with classical.
He Gets Smarter When He Drinks
Frat boy: Gimme something like a whiskey sour but dont put Jack Daniels or anything like that in it. I dont like whiskey!
Bartender: Well what you want in it instead of whiskey?
Frat boy: Use Jim Beam, I fucking love Jim Beam!
Evolution Nightclub
Athens, Ohio
Overheard by: Melvin
via Overheard in the Office, Oct 19, 2006
Three cheers for my university and the ever so intelligent drinkers that we have. I am going out on a limb and guessing that the “Frat boy” does not know the difference between bourbon and whiskey. If he did know the difference then I am sure he would have asked for a bourbon sour like my Maman drinks ‘em. 
(Also, if he did know the difference I would have to assume it was my brother showing off…and I don’t think he was in town that day.)
I thought this was a great quote:
“there’s something really sexy about the skin you’re in; your clothes don’t do you justice, so get out of them”
In other news, I am unpacking in my new home. For those of you who missed the memo I now live in Vandalia, OH with my crazy boo. I am working from home for the time being as a satellite for my company in DC. Huzzah. Frantically trying to unpack I may seem a bit scattered. But soon, I will be back to my old self and hopefully the stress attacks will subside. Have a great one!
