Breaking News

I've covered a lot of shootings, fires, bad car crashes.  Still when the scanner tips me off to something in the middle of the night, I can't help but get excited.  Jumping in my work car, and heading to a area where I'm bound to see lots of flashing lights, maybe some chaos, gives me a little burst of adrenaline.

As a result, I someone manage to be the first at the scene very often.  Maybe I'm speeding, maybe I'm just really prepared to run out the door.  Probably a mixture.  It doesn't hurt that I'm the one actually listening to the scanners.  I hear news.  I go.  There's no middle man who has to call a photographer and direct them to a scene.

My executive producer calls me 'Batman'.
The photographer at a competing station calls me 'lead foot'.
And today, the police called me an obstruction.  I got to this shooting below too quickly.  Parked too close.  Drove through the crime scene before they had a chance to put tape up.  Ooops.  I was lectured, told not to to it again, and my wheels were then inspected for blood or bullet casings.  Lesson learned.

Finally

I have always wanted one of these. Took six flights last weekend, wishing I didn't have to bunch up my hooded sweatshirt as a pillow. But I refused to spend $20 on something I didn't necessarily need. And then today as we drove home from Chicago it happened, I found a neck pillow for $13. Totally justifiable. Life is complete.

Love It.

I can not get enough of this story.  Have never watched Kitchen Nightmares until now.  But the jist.  Restaurant owners who think they have bad reviews online because people are lying.  They're out to get them.  Just being bullied.  Gordon Ramsey comes in, we learn these people are crazy and serve poorly made food, he tries to help them but can't and gives up.  Now the backlash.  People are actually attacking the couple online, and they can't take it.  They've been fighting back, making themselves sound even more crazy in the meantime.

I've made a point to watch the entire episode online.  I recommend you do too.

Amy in Champaign

My baby is getting big. She now actually opens her mouth (she never used to). So much cuter that way.  And because she still has puppy fur but is noticeably getting bigger, she looks even more like a teddy bear to me.

Took this photo of her yesterday as we drove to Champaign to visit Amy in her new home.

Notice she's wearing a bow.  Her first bow.  And technically Amy paid for it.  It was 45 cents, and I dug through her wallet for change. 

Let's talk about Amy though.  This was my first time visiting her in her new home, and I was impressed.  It's open, has a yard, a back porch, and they welcomed the dog.  None of her housemates were home at the time, but I met staff, who seemed friendly.  I giggled upon seeing Amy's room, which she shares with another person.  There's only one bed in the room.  

"Wait a second," I said "I thought you had a roommate."  

"I do," Amy corrected me, "She doesn't like to sleep in beds."  

Oh, so Amy shares a room with a woman who sleeps in a recliner.  No judgement, just surprised. 

I'm happy for her though.  Happy that she's just close enough that I can technically drive to visit her after work (although I can't do that often, I'm exhausted today), and happy that she's in a home that at least right now, she's proud of. 

New Template

Can't get over how long it just took me to come up with a new template for my blog.  TV news and Cats.  Easy enough.  And really, since starting my job here in Indy, I can honestly say I love TV news once again.

Instagram

So glad Mother's Day is over.  Bah humbug, I know.  But all these nonstop Facebook posts of people my age with their mothers, of people twice my age with their moms, kills me.  This year Facebook even reminded me to send my mother a gift, sending me an alert with her photo.  I guess Mother's Day has become for me, much what Valentine's Day is for those who are single.

In other news, I joined Instagram.  Actually, I joined it a while back but I think I might start using my account now.  So many accounts.  I don't even care about Instagram, and don't know why I plan to start using it.
I mean,  between Facebook (personal and work page) , Twitter, FourSquare, Yelp, RunKeeper, Fitocracy, LinkedIn, Pinterest, GifBoom and whatever else I choose to log in to on a given day, social media is overwhelming me.  That's why I'm taking on another account, of course.

Oh, Harry

Overheard in the Kelly-Forman home: "We're never getting a puppy again."
Also, "The dog woke me up every hour last night," and "Harry pooped (insert indoor location)."

Hungry Dog

More like, ravenous dog.  Took Harriette to the vet yesterday for all her shots and mentioned it.  I told them Spencer and I wanted to feed her more.  We feel like she was always hungry.  Come to find out the vet we visited with last week, when we took Harry in for digestive problems, gave us incorrect directions on the special food she gave us.  We had been feeding her less than half of what she should be getting. Poor Harry, starving since we took her in.  No wonder she's so tired.  Such a lover of food. And managed to lose weight over the last week.  Jeez.

Harriette

That didn't take long.  

Less than a week after losing Zoe, we brought eight-week-old Harry into our lives.  2 pounds of pure Shih Tzu and absolute adorableness.

So much work.  But so far, worth it.

As you can see, she likes to sleep.