Who knew?

Evidently the Oxford Dictionary has this thing where anoints a new "word of the year". I'm not sure what the nomination and selection process consist of, but I can't imagine it's as exciting as what happens in Celine's dressing room.

Anyway, without further ado, the word of the year is: locavore. Personally, I would've liked to see "cougar" as the winner.

Who let the dogs out?

I don't know what to say about this:

Let's catch you up...

So it's been a couple of wks since my last post, so to fill you in on what I've been up to, here's a little show and tell:

Enn, Ephanie, Vix, L and I braved the Staten Island and made our way to the wilds of NJ, also known as Six Flags Wild Safari. There, we watched idiots try to entice wild animals into their cars and watched lazy animals watching us.

This is right after the giraffes spotted a keeper driving with their feed. They all took off like they were late for a party:



Here's a mother and three cubs. What you can't see are kajillion flies zipping around these bears. Not so cute, but I like the electric fence. It's a good touch.



Then we hopped next door and got on some rides. I got a little motion sick after my second loopy ride and broke out in cold sweat. So the prospect of getting on this was not so pleasing, but clearly not everyone felt this way:



Then last wknd there was the annual Halloween dog parade at the dog run at Thompkins Sq Park. I don't know who looked sillier, all the dogs in ridic outfits or the mass of people milling about.

Here are two of my favorites from that day:




That's it. La la. Show over. Go home.