tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537111263388649202012-02-16T21:13:21.590-05:00Random musings from a frustrated writer living in the corporate world.Jenkinsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253711126338864920.post-79084491697667446402009-10-01T13:03:00.005-04:002009-10-01T13:13:57.067-04:00

In July our dear bulldog, Stella, passed away due to an unexpected heart attack. She was only three. Our other dear pup, Chloe, the reddish-colored French Mastiff, was heartbroken by the loss of her companion. We were not yet ready for another dog. It was too soon - but as time went by we knew that Chloe needed a companion and that we needed a bulldog in our life (doesn't everybody?). Hank

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So I have been trying to decide what kind of blog I want to write and I am guessing if I can't decide, this sort of random one makes sense. Right?Maybe I've had bloggers block for some time. Whatever the case is, I'm back.

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Stop eating my petunias!Day 1: Sunday, May 25, 2008: Flowers and trees are planted in terracotta pots.Day 2: Monday, May 26, 2008: Flowers remain intact. Dogs seem to enjoy the backyard ambiance.Day 3: Tuesday, May 27, 2008: Rain, dogs cannot go out to play.Day 4: Wednesday, May 28, 2008: Last night's storm seems to have knocked around potted petunias. Plants are repotted, but despite

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So, it's the first day of the workweek after a three-day weekend and I keep having to remind myself that's it's Tuesday. Not exactly rocket science to figure out but it does mess up my week a little bit. Not to mention, I practically ate myself into a coma this Memorial Day weekend. Pizza (and the fresh mozzarella kind from Goodfellas, with sausage and peppers as toppings), Wendy's (at least it

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While we're on the subject of advertising....Friday evening car pool. Your common ordinary frogs on the street are trying to remember the product name in "The Muppets Take Manhattan." Ah, Ocean Breeze soap. Thanks, Dave.So, I watch the following clip I remember from my childhood."You mean just say what the product does? Why, no one's ever tried that!"

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Commercials: Ones I love, and ones I hate. I am not sure why I think so much about commercials. Maybe it's because I used to work in advertising and I really enjoy the field. Maybe it's because I DVR every show I like and find myself actually watching the commercials. Perhaps, it's just

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Reading.Ah, yes. Reading. Maybe it's a simple joy, but nothing really compares to spending some time alone with a good - er, great - book, article, journal, newspaper, magazine.Oh yeah, and maybe a great blog. (There are a few out there.) Although I still love the feel of paper beneath my fingers when I want to read, I must confess that most of my writing

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