Talley Talker “Turtle” sent me a little sister for Hazel and Jimmy.  Thanks, Turtle.  I named her Eileen, because…well…look at her.  She leans. 

Someone brought a 4-year-old girl into the newsroom.  I know, I know.  Anyway, the little girl went straight for Eileen.   What?  It’s not like I could snatch Eileen out of her cute little hands and say, “Do you know who this is!”  The child will already have to undergo years of counseling after being exposed to a news environment at such a young age. 

Of course, I could submit a description of the 4-year-old baby snatcher to police and we could put her tiny mugshot on the news.       

Commenter ”G” pointed out what a bummer it is to train hard and actually win a prestigious race like Boston, only to be upstaged by someone taller, just because you couldn’t reach the tape to break it at the finish line. 

H&J are in recovery mode. 

-They’re suffering from jet lag.

-Their big heads are about to explode from information they took in during the National Association of Broadcasters Show in Las Vegas.

-They had excessive fun (see previous posting’s pictures). 

-Their feet are blistered from walking miles and miles (our chief engineer told Hazel not to wear stilletos) 

Although they’re exhausted, they’re excited about using what they’ve learned in this age of new media transition.  Suggestions for how to recover and get back to work after a convention of this magnitude?  Throw a couple of geezer-looking babies some advice here. 

See, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. 

Somehow, Hazel and Jimmy got press credentials to tonight’s CNN party in Las Vegas.  Those things are harder to get than hot coffee at a convention super session.  Anyway…more later on those two.  They’re almost more than LV can take!   

H&J are off to Las Vegas and it hasn’t been a pleasant beginning to the trip.  First, they were asked to step aside at Shreveport Regional, then patted down by security.  On the way to Houston, they made quick use of the air sick bag.   Jimmy’s driver’s license was expired, his ticket was coded “ssss” and he was detained even further.     

Hazel and Jimmy are leaving for Las Vegas very early tomorrow morning.  They’re packing now and I’m concerned.  All Jimmy packed was another blue dress like the one he’s wearing on this site.  WT…!  C’mon, Jimmy, at least throw some stilettos in there!  Stay tuned.

I awoke this morning to this.  Imagine my fear as I tried to remove this overweight feline from two elderly babies! 

You think your life is tough? 

Before the coffee had a chance to brew, I scampered to recall the CPR techniques I was taught several years ago, only to remember that they’ve been replaced with newer, more effective ways I’ve yet to learn.  “Hmmm…,” I thought to myself, ” is the compression-to-breath ratio different if it’s a calico sitting on the ones you love, rather than, say, a tabby?”  

And I could kick myself for leaving the class to get a drink of water when the segment on mouth-to-mouth for cardboard cutouts was being taught.   

The hospital won’t release H&J’s condition or even confirm they’re patients.  Have you heard how they’re doing?

Someone did something very cruel and unusual to me.

Last night, I opened my freezer door to find several pints of ice cream I did not put there.  With the anxiety of being a part of the decision process in the courtroom for someone’s fate, I proceded to down an entire pint of double vanilla… even went for the chocolate syrup…poured it directly into the container of ice cream, which never saw a bowl.  It’s lucky it even met up with a spoon.

This is very strange behavior for me.  I usually belly-up to the bar at the old Strawn’s and order a cheeseburger and fries.  Hazel and Jimmy get the plate lunch.

Serve it up.  The best foods to turn to in times of personal drama!