Once again, my work life is bleeding into my personal life.

I am working on several projects at the office that require me to learn a lot more about WordPress than I care to. Rather than step away from the computer when the work day is done, I am taking my new knowledge and applying it to this site.

Templates are changing, photos are going to be re-loaded, and videos re-posted. It will take me a while to get everything back to normal or the way I want it. Some posts have been deleted, and others are going to be missing some images for a while.

I have also added some new categories and will try to revisit some of the older pages. I may even pull some stuff out of the OLD archives.

Thanks to everyone who sent email to me asking what was going on. TumbleDry will be coming back better than ever soon.

I don’t usually follow Eurovision until the very end. Kind of like I don’t watch American Idol until they are down to 3 or 4.

That being said, I kind of like this.

Most people know I am NOT a football fan. Could care less.

However, Rachel’s piece on the game this weekend gave me a new found appreciation for the Packers.

Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy

My dad sent this to me. Usually his joke emails go immediately into the trash, but this is a very good description of my life right now.

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Dear Cats:

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish,nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this.

Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. Sticking your tails straight out to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom!

If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, jump up to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered.

Also, I have been using the bathroom for years — feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT MY PETS:

1. They live here.. You don’t.
2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture…That’s why they call it ‘fur’-niture.
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don’t speak clearly.

Remember, cats are better than kids because they:

1. eat less,
2. don’t ask for money all the time,
3. are easier to train (and they are CATS. That says something)
4. never ask to drive the car,
5. don’t smoke or drink,
6. don’t want to wear your clothes,
7. don’t have to buy the latest fashions,
8. don’t need a gazillion dollars for college and
9. if they get pregnant, you can sell their children

I admit it. This made me cry.