Ugh. I need some.

For the past few weeks I’ve awakened to “I don’t wanna go to work today.” I’ve been of the philosophy that when this happens, I’ll start looking for a new job? Hmm. Haven’t really started looking yet.

Maybe I need a new project. But updating web pages for 20 different varsity athletic teams just doesn’t interest me right now.

Maybe I’m just lazy. What sounds great is to get up every morning at 9, drink coffee, read five different newspapers and listen to NPR. Lazy? At least I’d be reading.

Maybe I just need a vacation. Upcoming: one trip to Bismarck, North Dakota. Now that’s vacation!

Or, maybe I just need a kick in the pants.

Will somebody please kick me in the pants?

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Speaking of motivation, I did manage to get off my lazy ass and get a fresher, springier (is that a word?) header up there. Love the flowers. Love stock photography. Don’t love that fact that spring isn’t coming to Minnesota this year. It’s March 28. It’s snowing as I look out my window right now.

Paula sent me a link to a site that I only thought existed through Saturday Night Live: Colon Blow. Looks real to me.

Tim sent me a link (come on people, why can’t more of you be like Paula and Tim?) that had me laughing out loud. Why can’t I dance like that?!

This is the ceiling of one of my favorite places. The building used to be a library. Can you imagine anything more wondrous than sitting at a gigantic table in a reference room, and looking up to see such a stunning thing?

It’s now an art gallery … but still one of my favorite places, Steensland Gallery at St. Olaf. This weekend I went (twice) to an exhibit called “Beauty/Beast.” Most of the objects in the sculpture installation were white. They were everyday objects, found in your pocket, your junk drawer, your neighborhood drugstore or Target. David Woolf, the artist, helped you to see beauty in a couple of milk jugs, styrofoam containers, or men’s jockey underwear.

I hope you can see beauty, too.

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Just when I thought I had the junk food cleared from my pantry, along comes Girl Scout cookie season. Five? I ordered five boxes of cookies this year? (Ahh, Thin Mints, Samoas and Tagalongs). A few tidbits about everyone’s favorite cookie distributors:

• Police ticket overzealous cookie pushers
• The Girl Scouts were founded 71 years ago yesterday.
• Thin Mints are the biggest selling Girl Scout cookie
• Cook with your cookies!
• The Girl Scouts will soon be training their leaders online.
• The Girl Scouts are now combatting eating disorders among girls

Really, no news is good news. My life is the status quo. And for now, I don’t mind that one bit. Sure, a house down the street from my office burned down a few weeks ago, and for a few days I thought it was interesting, and even a bit humorous, but I never wrote about it. Sure, they kicked sexy Jeff off the island last night, but I’ll leave that up to some other blogger to write about.

So, for your reading and clicking pleasure, I bring you the latest installment of linky goodness. I’m sure that’s a phrase I stole from some famous blogger, and I’d love to give credit where credit is due, but I can’t, so I won’t. So, you go now!

Wow. Makes me want to go to the University of Buffalo.

Cool enough for a chick … but made for an hombre. Could I get my hombre to wear one of these? More like, could you get yours to? Five bucks to anyone who sends me a pic of their dude in a kilt.

A Film About Toilets and God. Sigh. I should get more emails with subject lines like this.

Everyone who goes to Iceland must have a picture like this. Even I took the same picture just a year ago. And no, I did not get to go inside the museum.

Last time, I posted the eulogy of the Doughboy. But wait! He’s not dead! In fact, he’s alive. Very alive. (via Jenny).

It is with sadness that I bring you the news that the Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Captain Crunch, Baby Ruth and many others.

The graveside was piled high with flour arrangements, as longtime friend Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who “Never knew how much he was kneaded.”

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Still, even as a crusty old man, he was a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his second wife, Play Dough. They have two children, Cookies and Cream, and one in the oven.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for 20 minutes.

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I have no idea why I found the above so funny that I felt a need to post it here, but I did. So enjoy. (And in case you’re wondering, the Doughboy is still alive. See?.) There is one person whom, I am sure, would willingly accept a piece of doughmail or two to brighten his day.Eric is back! I’m happy to read that someone enjoyed his Carribbean cruise more than I did. Gladly, Eric and I can now continue our reciprocal linkings, no one else seems to be linking to our web sites. (Maybe I’m just jealous because his blog is so much better than mine.)Speaking of linking, I found a new blog today that it looks like I’ll enjoy: mood-indigo. I especially admired her photo compilations since they reminded me of a time when I actually used to do the same thing. Perhaps a few birthday pics in some attractive setting should go on here one of these days.

I awoke this morning to the warm sun across my face and the sound of birds singing. Is spring actually on its way? Check out that ten-day forecast!. And, in honor of spring and the upcoming festivities on March 17, a new Fresh! banner.