Jakob Nielsen has a lot to say about best practices for blogging. He has a lot to say about best practices for just about everything on the Web. I largely ignore him. This is not from lack of respect or acknowledgment. He is one of the preeminent usability experts after all. I just don’t actually care when it comes to my own site. In fact, I find it entertaining to see how many of his design mistakes I can make in one entry.

People are still gabbing about the Amazing Race down below. Don’t get all distracted by the surprise new entry!

I try not to wash dishes very often in my new apartment. This is because dish washing in my kitchen is a strategic exercise best left to days when several hours exist for recovery.

Saturday, as I was washing dishes, I began to hear plaintive meowing from the general vicinity of the living room. After a few meows I cut off the water and wandered out to see what was going on and/or who had managed to get shut into the closet. As I came into the room I caught a whiff of gray out of the corner of my eye and turned, just in time to see Spencer’s head descending on the wrong side of the casement window. I guess he’d gotten himself out somehow and has having a hell of time heaving his fat butt back up onto the ledge. Yell for Mom, problem solved.

Everybody loves Spencer.

But the paparazzi go nuts when Arwen is in town.

Last call for sin…

Both of my sister’s are trying to get pregnant. Even though they’ve both shared what borders on too much information about the process with me, it’s still their information. But don’t think I haven’t written a million blog entries in my head about it.

I will share two tid-bits so as not to seem like a tease.

Jennifer’s quest to conceive has apparently driven Chris to wonder where the romance has gone and Emily’s latest sperm donor is a firefighter with a very high success rate.

There. Don’t say I never told you anything.

While everything’s lost, the battle is won…

Michael is drowning. Years of burying pain and failing to address emotional issues have manifested in some very scary and difficult ways. None of which I feel at liberty to discuss here, all of which are weighing on me.

With all these things that I’ve done

I still love my job.
We’re working our butts off right now.
I thought I had cervical cancer but thankfully, I don’t.
Money is getting better finally.
I want Apple Crisp.
Nobody came trick-or-treating at my house. Want a Snickers?
I got new winter boots, the waterproof kind.
I watch a lot of television but not as much as you might think.
I love Red Bull.
Go Bucks!
My brother-in-law constructed a brace to hold the sandbags in place in the back of my truck.
Winter needs to get in and get out.

with apologies to the Killers for using their lyrics to commit one of the Top Ten Blog Usability Mistakes.