I’ve started a trend. 

It seems once you introduce people to a corgi, they never go back.  Perhaps it’s the akward waddle, the crazy eyes, the extreme closeness to the ground; I think it’s a combination that knocks people off their feet.  Nate is about to adopt one this week that he is naming Steve.  If you know him, this is not strange at all - just ask his cat, BOB.  Yes, I like writing his name in all caps.

Leif is also riding the corgi bandwagon.  He is looking to adopt two (that’s right, TWO!) corgis and name them Porgy and Bess.  Yes, seriously.  Can you handle it, a corgi named Porgy!?  I shouldn’t be surprised, though, once you go corgi, you never go back.

I went down to NYC this past weekend, lovin’ the Fung Wa express, and hit up the MOMA.  Museum of Modern Art, for all of us not in the know.  I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy it, since I’m not really “into” modern art, but since they had a Van Gogh exhibit, I couldn’t pass it up.  BTW, really great show, Starry Night is amazing to view in person.  Anyhoo, the 3rd and 4th floor has art that I understand and can truly appreciate - Monet, Chagal, Picasso.  It was getting past the 1st and 2nd that created some issues. 

First, there was a large mirror with a red button on the right middle side.  Just a red lit button, didn’t do anything, nothing happened when you were in front of it.  I stood there, wondering “what the hell?” for a minute, but couldn’t grasp what it was supposed to represent.  However, the guy next to me must have understood because he stood in front of it for a good five minutes taking multiple pictures of himself.  Ok.

There was a pile of stuffing in the middle of the floor in one of the rooms.  The kind of stuffing they use to fill up sofas - not the cushion parts but the actually frame of the sofa.  Scattered throughout the pile were pieces of metal piping sticking out.  Yeah.  That was it.  I looked for a minute, hoping something would pop out or signal genius to me, but it just didn’t happen.

Yesterday, back at school, I had a great conversation with some of the corps about modern art.  One of our tutors was an art major in college and was able to give us a lot of background into what classifies art as modern - although it’s pretty subjective (that seems to be a theme).   A few of us spoke of our desire to “get” this type of art, or at least recognize its merit and respect it.  I came away with a little more understanding of the thought-process behind a lot of the modern pieces and I’d like to go back to the MOMA and take another look.

Ok, gotta do some work now - you know, since I’m at my job and all :) 

I know I’ve been accused of neglecting Toby in the past.  Of abandoning him and abusing him.  Hell, I’ve got a great story to tell because of it - if you have an hour or two. 

However, there have been some times when I am actually guilty of this.  The abuse I mean.  Hmm, and perhaps torture.  Here is proof:

Behold!  Toby the Hot Dog!

Come now, he seems to be enjoying this.

Yeah, he wore it around.  He didn’t seem to mind, I think because it doesn’t have a hat attached to it.  For some reason animals just don’t like hats.  I found this at Target, for an incredible $10, and had to have it.  There was some debate as to whether I should buy the Lobster outfit instead - dudes, the picture they had on the costume featured a corgi, it was awesome!!  Who knows, maybe Toby needs several outfits for Halloween?

In other news, if you want real animal abuse, go to Jeff.  He has a kitty that suffers more than I can go into here (think spankings and holding up-side-down while flying through the air) and I often leave Toby with him when I go out of town.  I know, I AM a bad mother

I just sat through a school assembly, featuring the seniors.  Since we don’t have a gymnasium, or cheerleaders, this was as close to a pep ralley as I’m going to get here at MATCH.  Students are getting ready to sign up for clubs for the year, so a few of them “represented;” there was dancing, poetry, and rap (the culture club?).  The energy in the air was fantastic - especially when coupled with the burst of fall air this morning.  It made me really happy to be working here and extra happy that it’s friday.

This provides me with the perfect segway into talking about my reunion next month (look at that transition Mrs. Tyson!!).  10 years since my high school graduation.  Incredible.  We’re lucky to live in the time of Facebook and MySpace because it has kept me up-to-date with so many people I would normally not be in contact with.  Even so, it’s going to be crazy to actually meet up with my old classmates, many of whom are married and have kids.  

Looking at the faces of the seniors this morning, it reminded me so much of how excited I was to be completing my final year of high school.  I want to tell them all to really enjoy every moment until graduation because those are some of the best memories I have.  However, nothing beats college and your freshman year dorm

Ahh, memories…

Homecoming 1994