Friday, December 17, 2010

Bopping Around in Bethlehem

The week before Christmas is a jolly time to dash over to Bethlehem. Cathy-on-a-Stick joined me to help send out cards. Honestly, she wasn't much help. She's lucky she didn't get mailed herself.

And then I had to stop so she could take a closer look at this upcoming event.

Guess I'll be heading back to Bethlehem.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Mi Birthday Es Su Birthday

So the pics-on-sticks gathered around the birthday laptop to celebrate, thanks to the Beneficent Mr. Hall. I guess it's true. Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes, you don't. (Don't Even Ask Cathy-on-a-Stick couldn't make it. I'm not sure why. But there's a good reason why she's called Don't Even Ask Cathy-on-a-Stick.)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Psychic Opporstickities

I just had a feeling that Chip Coffey, psychic and medium, would be an interesting show. So I brought Cathy-on-a-Stick along, hoping to get some kind of psychic reading. To wit:

Would she ever find the Stick Guy of her dreams?

Were there any little toothpicks in her future?

What about lucrative job opporstickities?

Cathy-on-a-Stick didn't get any answers yet. But I'm seeing something...hold on, it's getting clearer. Ah, there it is. Cathy-on-a-Stick Coffey Stirrers.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Pardon Me Boys! Is This the Cathy-on-a-Stick Choo-Choo?

She was very well-behaved on her train ride. She sat demurely in her seat.

She charmed Ed, our train car attendant. (Who said she was very pretty. Oh, Ed, flattery will get you...)

To the Georgia/Tennessee line.

Pardon me, boys. She came down the line. Now she'll wash up and smell fine.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Where, Oh Where, Has Cathy on a Stick Been?

Finally. Cathy-on-a-Stick is back. But I feel I should offer a brief explanation.

See, it's not like I haven't been going places, doing things, seeing folks. There was the Eiffel Tower in Paris ("Just a beeg, giant teenker toy," said COS in a very bad imitation of a French accent) and the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona ("Mad cows chasing ID-iots," said COS in an even worse imitation of a Spanish accent) and the Great Sphinx of Giza ("If I wanted sand and heat, I'd go to Tybee," said COS in what I guess she thought was an Egyptian accent).

Alas, Cathy on a Stick did not join me. She had fallen (and she can't get up) behind a small chest by the kitchen door. Whilst looking for an errant M & M, I came across COS, dusty and prostrate on the floor. She had some interesting, not to mention unladylike, things to say about that, too (in a passable imitation of a Southerner having a hissy fit).

And now it looks like it could be awhile before she gets to go on a trip with me.

I sent her to the corner.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Sticking Around at Springmingle

Amazing author, Jane Yolen, has written 300 books or more. 300. That's a lot of books.

But even amazing authors seem to take a shine to Cathy-on-a-Stick. And politely sign one of their books, even though COAS forgot to add that little sticky note so that the amazing author would know what to write.And just like that, I had an amazing idea! What if Cathy-on-a-Stick could post little notes on books? Like this note on the chapter "A Day with Joe and Bill," from the 1936 reader, Everyday Life.

And how's this for a name? The Sticky NoteBook. (Um, sorry.)

Monday, January 4, 2010

Three's a Crowd at CNN Radio

So there we were, me and Cathy-on-a-Stick, waiting to do a CNN Radio interview. (Yeah, you heard me. An interview. On CNN Radio. But that's not the story here...)

Do you have any idea the security over there at CNN? It's serious business. I'm not sure what the guy thought when he checked my bag and came across Cathy-on-a-Stick. But I put a tag on her, just to be on the safe side.

Then, out of the blue, Anderson Cooper showed up! He wasn't on a stick, but he was still looking mighty fine for a miniature cardboard guy. Pretty much perfect for Cathy-on-a-Stick.

And then, wouldn't you know it? Wolf showed up, horning in on the Situation Room. C'mon, Wolf, didn't anyone ever tell you?...Two's company. And three picture peeps are just ridiculous .