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I just did a pet sitting 180. I went from four Labradors to two cats. There could not be a more disparaging example of codependency. I literally went from having beings meeting me coming out of the bathroom with the joy that could only be likened to seeing fireworks on Fourth of July or having an audience with the Dalai Lama, to two creatures that wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire. EVEN THOUGH I AM THEIR ONLY SOURCE OF FOOD! 

So I guess the world could be boiled down to two types of people in the same manner. Donald Trump, Ocho Cinco, or the lady with 19 items in the 12 items or less line are all examples of the cats among us. Dolly Parton, Steve Irwin, the stocky lady at the office who always wears a Halloween costume and bakes brownies when it is someone's birthday? Those are the pups of the word.

I know which group I like better. But I am still trying to figure out which group I want to belong to. How about you?

What's better than waking up to a ton of texts from friends that saw you in the paper this morning and you are confident you are not a part of the police blotter? NOTHING! That's the case today. Grateful to be "above the fold" in Atlantic City's paper of note today, the first day of spring, where it is of course - snowing. That's okay. Stay home and read the paper. Safety first.

If you are one of the legions of fans who the Press of Atlantic City drove over here this morning, welcome. I confidently expect this recent exposure to skyrocket my michelletomko.com hits into the triple digits. I'm coming to get you Dubstep Cat! Soon I will be able to afford that little black/blue/gold/white/orange dress I've had my eye on.

If you really are visiting me for the first time today please enjoy blog #79. My New Year's resolution is to blog everyday. Taking into consideration the stack of journals with only the first few pages written in them in my possession, I may have missed a day or two if I hadn't given myself some public accountability. So for those of you flailing with your stop smoking, lose weight, or work out more resolutions go ahead and Tweet what you are doing. Put a photo of your fat and smokey self right on your homepage. Believe me, it willincrease your success. Well maybe not if you are looking for a date. But it will inspire change. I know I probably would have taken the day off when my dad died or when my eyes were glued shut from pink eye if I only had to write in my little book. Try it. I dare you. 

So while you are here, take a look around. Check out some of my favorite blogs to date. And friend me. I love new friends. And follow me on Twitter. I think I know what a hashtag is now. Thanks for all your support.

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Here's a sentence you don't want to hear. "They won't warranty that." Perfect. Right before my road trip to Cleveland I have to buy a new tire. Here's another bad sentence from the same guy. "I just filled two dump trucks full of tires from people with the same damage from potholes." WHAT? Great job New Jersey. Please oh please continue to place your cones, widen your lanes, and make new exits. All while your main roads are falling apart. 

Thank god I was at Kowalski Tire in Egg Harbor City at least. Coolest guys ever! They offered to put my spare on for free until my tire comes in, were nice, and even gave me a wholesale price. Chivalry is not dead. The princes just wear grease-stained sweatshirts now. No lie. http://www.kowalskitire.com/

In a world where people you can get a fine for not recycling a plastic bottle properly one garage sent two trucks of damaged tires off to the dump. What a waste! We have got to fix these roads. We all look like we deserve DUI's when we are just looking out for potholes. You can't see what the hell is in front of you either if you are always looking down. 

We at least need a band aids on all these holes. Rub some dirt in them. Something. Well I guess there is a surplus of rubber. We will have to chop that up and stick it in the holes. I mean how many workers does it take to fix a pothole anyway? I guess we will never know.

Or if you are not going to fix the holes Jersey Government, then legalize the pot. That way we will just stay home off the roads and say "cool" a lot. Watch out for your tires pizza boy.

I know we are the garden state. But come on.

How have I never heard of this? Since 1984 the Irish Pub in Atlantic City has been extending the green celebration over until the next day and calling it Bag Day. How did it come to be? Here is the equation that has been handed down through AC folklore:

Grumpy Casino Employees + Day after St. Paddy's Day + Paper Bags + Booze = BAG DAY

The day was created when a few exhausted night-shift workers stumbled into the pub lamenting that they had to work through the holiday. They came in to get "bagged" so the bartender on duty gave them one to wear on their heads too. Guess what happened? Everybody who subsequently entered the bar was given a paper bag to wear on their heads. And the rest is history.

Except now folks come in with bags all decorated. Today I saw some with lights, some with feathers, the wait staff all did a flower theme, and one woman had a very creative use of socks on hers. You go Irish Pub for supporting the local Dollar Store economy.

The day is perfect for anyone who has to work on the actual holiday. Plus, the mood is great. You feel kind of naughty. You think "You are not allowed to do this on the 18th are you?" Plus give it up to the one and only Kathy, owner of the place, for doubling their ST. Paddy's day take. Now that's marketing. Two Irish holidays closer than Irish Twins.

Ironically I missed the traditional holiday on the 17th because I was sick. And I had to work today. But my job was transmitting for www.acpluggedin.com this afternoon with Marc Berman and company. I got paid in corned beef. But hey, work is work. See you next year!

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