Happy Kardashian Day to us!

Man, Zach and I really have this marriage thing all figured out. Not only have I not pushed him off a cliff — like this woman is accused of doing to her husband, whom she also married on June 29 — we have now broken Kim Kardashian’s marriage record of 72 days. Yep, Zach and I have been enjoying our wedded bliss for a full 73 days, and Zach surprised me with flowers at work to mark this important milestone:

Flowers

No, really, that’s what they’re for:

Note

If not pushing each other off cliffs and lasting longer than a marriage based solely on publicity doesn’t mean we can make it in this crazy world, I don’t know what does.

Throwback Thursday: The saddest photo bomb ever

One of my best friends came across this of gem of a photo while putting together a slideshow (somewhat) recently. It might be the saddest thing you’ll see all day:

Abandoned!

That’s my friend Andrea with her sister and dad on the day of our high school graduation, shortly after the ceremony, when everyone was reuniting with their families.

Well, almost everyone. As you can see, that’s me in the background, standing all alone, waiting, just waiting, for my family, WHO ABANDONED ME TO FEND FOR MYSELF IN THE POURING RAIN. Saddest photo bomb ever. Seriously.

(This was also around the start of my chipmunk-face phase. Eeeeeee.)

Now, our graduation went down in history as one of the most miserable on record. It was the first one in a long time planned to be held outside, and they made a really big deal about it beforehand. The day of, I’m pretty sure the forecast called for rain, but instead of going with Plan B and moving it indoors, they apparently thought, “Eff this. We made a really big deal about having this stupid thing outside, and we’ll look like a bunch of huge d-bags if we move it inside now. We’ll just make everyone sit in a downpour for three hours instead!”

So yeah, everyone was pretty miserable. And then, to add insult to injury, I had to stand around, soaking wet, with my chipmunk face, wondering WHY MY ENTIRE FAMILY HAD ABANDONED ME.

I kid, of course. My parents love me and have always been super supportive. I’m sure they turned up mere seconds after this photo was taken. Honestly, I don’t even remember this, so it couldn’t have scarred me too much. It was just too good — in the way that really sad, pathetic things are good — not to share. Happy Throwback Thursday!

I demand a correction!

We were going through some old photo albums at my grandma’s house this weekend, and I came across this clipping from the publication for which I currently happen to work:

Correction

Yep, that second graf is a blurb announcing the birth of yours truly in the June 13, 1985, edition of the Great Falls Tribune, two weeks after I was born. Pretty cool, huh?

That’s what I thought, too, until I noticed … the error.

OK, “error” is not exactly accurate. It’s really just a typo. A typo made back in the day when reporters still click-clacked away on an old-timey machine called a “typewriter” and could not even imagine the simple convenience of hitting the backspace key to erase an error. During the era when they measured copy with pica poles and laid out the paper using “paste ups.” Whatever that means. (EDITOR’S NOTE: Check facts. They may have used computers by the ’80s … In which case, UNACCEPTABLE!)

But the irony of a proper grammar/spelling/punctuation enthusiast finding a typo more than 28 years later in her own birth announcement — published in the very paper for which she works, where she started her journalism career as a copy editor — was not lost on me.

So this morning, I strolled into the morning news meeting with other editors and reporters, slapped the clip down on the table in front of the city editor and demanded a correction. Of course, not everyone is cut out to be a copy editor, so I mainly received puzzled looks at first regarding the “error” I wanted corrected.

“Do I look like somebody’s DAUG-ter to you people?!?!?” I bellowed. “DO I?”

Most people caught on at this point, and we all had a good laugh. I was then reminded that we run corrections for factual errors, not typos. (Because let’s face it, with shrinking staffs and newshole, there’s simply not enough room to publish corrections for all the typos papers make these days … ba-du-dum-ching!)

I figured I’d give it a shot though. Maybe I’ll even write the correction myself and try to slip it in. I owe it to all the remaining copy editors out there to try, at least.

Does a fair-going fox wear socks?

Longtime Squirrel Thoughts fans know I once had to work at the Montana State Fair for 10 days straight, and that is was worst week-and-a-half of my life.

This week, I returned to that infamous scene of that fair, but this time only had to manage a three-hour shift, thankfully. Though there for a fraction of my previous stint, the fair did not disappoint …

About halfway through, I saw a man walking toward our booth, carrying under one arm what appeared to be a small white dog wearing a muzzle. However, I quickly realized it was not a dog. Nope, it was definitely a … fox. Some dude’s just walking around with a muzzled-up fox under his arm, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

At least, I was pretty sure it was a fox, but just to make sure I wasn’t crazy, I asked “Hey, what kind of animal is that?” as he walked by.

“It’s a fox,” he replied, somewhat tersely, apparently taken aback that someone would think to ask about his fox.

“Where’d you get it?”

“At the zoo, there’s a zoo here,” he responded, then gave me a look indicating my questions were highly unusual.

Now, I realize that in most situations, I am, in fact, the weird one. I have no qualms admitting that. But I truly feel that, if forced to narrow it down, a panel of reasonable people would consider Fox Guy the stranger of the two of us in this situation. I wanted to say as much — “Dude, don’t give me that look! You have a FOX! YOU are the clearly the weird one here!” — I thought better of it, though.

This all happened so fast, and I forgot to snap a photo before he was out of sight. When I went back to my office and told the tale of the Weird Dude with the White Fox at the Fair, my co-workers were skeptical and suggested I might be crazy. (Though by now, I think they should know to expect these kinds of anecdotes from the fair.) Unfortunately, I didn’t have any proof, so I was, once again, the weird one.

“Was it wearing socks?” one colleague asked.

“Was it eating lox?” another chimed in. (Side note: Mmmm … lox.)

Yeah, yeah, just laugh it up, Chuckles. There’s a disgruntled zookeeper walking around a crowded venue with a vicious fox capable of who-knows-what, and you think it’s all just fun and games! They clearly did not recognize the seriousness of the situation. Clearly.

But then, later in the week, sweet victory was mine — I spotted this image in one of our photo galleries from the fair:

A white red fox that's part of the Animal Alley attraction at the Montana State Fair. TRIBUNE PHOTO/RION SANDERS

A white red fox that’s part of the Animal Alley attraction at the Montana State Fair.
TRIBUNE PHOTO/RION SANDERS

It’s the white fox! The white, red fox to be exact. Not quite sure how that works, but there’s a photo of one on Wikipedia, so it must be legit.

I gloated about this to my co-workers, forcing them to look at the photo and bragging that this proves I’m not the weird one. I took their silence and the slow, quiet steps they took as they backed away from me as a sign of agreement.

Now, I doubt this tops the Lemur-in-the-Bathroom-at-the-State-Fair incident from 2010. It’s going to take something much more bizarre, and unsanitary, to beat that. But considering I had a much shorter timeframe in which to spot these fair curiosities this go-round, I’m putting it in the “W” column.

Oh, and since you’re probably wondering, he was not wearing socks … yet.

And the winner of the “Which badass creature should appear in our wedding photos” contest is …

Well, take a look for yourself!

Alf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s subtle at first, but once you see him, you can’t NOT see him … ALF. Mother. Effing. ALF.

I was already kind of obsessed with this photo before, sans-ALF, but pretending that this furry, cat-eating Alien Life Form was actually at our nuptials — shutting down the bar, no less — pretty much made my life. And, naturally, he and I are the only ones who can hold our liquor.

Thanks again to our awesome photographer, Suzie Mauro of Zomak Photography, for her fine work on this (and all) our photos. I suspect few wedding photographers would oblige such a ridiculous request. Sorry if this means you’ve compromised your professional integrity, Suzie. We assume it was worth it though.