The Manliest 24 Hours of My Life?

Yesterday, I ate half of a half pound venison burger killed by one of my closest friends. I dropped an F bomb at the dinner table, talked about MASH, watched South Park, and finished the evening with talk of breast implants over a beer.

Today, I set up my cable - with HD. I called my HOA and argued with someone. I went to Lowe's on my lunch break. Bought lighting and boxes. Managed a big blue flat cart (barely, but managed). Got all of that stuff into my car and wiped some sweat from my brow. Stopped at sonic for lunch - paid cash. Had my windshield replaced in my office parking lot by a guy named Jason wearing Ed Hardy who gave me a lesson in knives and glue. Thanks Jason.

However...

1. I have a 5.8 pound chihuahua

2. I blush when I curse

3. I support hunting because I believe it is a humane, organic means of getting very healthy meat from animals that have lived fulfilling lives, not in cages (ask me more about this later), which is why I ate the venison burger, but won't eat chicken

4. I miss my dad when I am: 1) pushing/carrying anything heavy; 2) dealing with anything involving my car; 3) using any kind of tool; 4) at Lowe's

5. The only part I enjoyed about my trip to Lowe's today was spending money on things I thought were pretty

6. Jason called me honey

7. I did it all of this while wearing a skirt

On the scale of manly, I think today I score about a 4. Too high people. I am working to get back down to my usual -7 over the next 96 hours by attending book club at a wine bar, spending the weekend in Oklahoma at a baby shower and a wedding shower, blushing at every mention of anything gross, and giving my 5.8 pound chihuahua thousands of kisses.

Wish me luck.

SES

Yes You Can!

Well, I did it. I completed the OKC ½ Marathon this past Sunday.

I ran the entire 13.1 miles without stopping, which was my main goal. I was determined not to stop. I don’t know how many times I told myself, “Do Not Stop,” or “Keep on Going.” It was a total mental game for me, trying to psyche myself out to the finish line.

Mile 5, I was wanting to take a pit break, mile 10, I didn’t think I could go on any further…then I got to mile 11, and I started crying. (well, I got misty eyed) I am still not sure if I was tearing up out of desperation/pain or because I knew I was going to reach my goal. I think a little bit of both.

The OKC Marathon did not disappoint this year. Crowds and crowds of people lined the streets to cheer people on. It’s amazing to see the amount of support the local neighborhoods give. True “Okie” style. There’s a news segment on one of the OKC news stations titled “Is this a great state or what?” I thought that many times as I was stumbling through the streets of Oklahoma City.

My official time was 2 hours, 29 minutes and 3 seconds. Much improvement from my poor 2 hours and 52 minutes last year. (DISCLAIMER: I am a SLOW runner.)

There are many motivators in the OKC half marathon- one of them being what the race stands for. Running in memory of all the people that were affected or lost their lives on April 19th, 1995. As I was running I just kept thinking how thankful I am to even be able to do the run, and it kept me going.

I am still trying to figure out how people run the full marathon. I am not going to lie- around mile 9’ish I started thinking how stupid this was, and asking myself why I was putting myself through this? Of course, once I finished, I know why I do it, and I know I will be doing it again. But still… I don’t think I could get my motor to go 13.1 more miles.

In fear of sounding like an ultimate cheese ball, I have something to say: I really think you can do whatever you put your mind to. In 2007, I could not even run a mile. I literally thought I was dying when I tried and would blame it on asthma. (I grew out of asthma before I was 10 years old.)

So like they used to sing on saved by the bell: ‘PUT YOUR MIND TO IT, GO FOR IT, GET DOWN AND BREAK A SWEAT, ROCK AND ROLL….YOU AIN’T SEEN NOITHING YET!

Agh, got to love Jessie Spano, Kelly Kapowski and Lisa Turtle.

**That is my neice and I after the run, with our medals. She ran the Kids Marathon.

Three things on my mind today...

In order from least on my mind to most on my mind...

1. The Oklahoma City Thunder in the playoffs, playing the Lakers tonight in OKC. Seriously, as a kid growing up in a suburb of Mary's hometown, I never thought this scenario could ever happen. I will spare you another I love Oklahoma post, but I have to say our state capitol has come so far. Thanks Maps project, Thunder, and finally completed capitol dome.* Coming soon to your favorite city just off I-35 N: the training "grounds" for the US Olympic Crew team.
2. The Earth. Really, she is on my mind everyday. Especially today though since today is her day. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle - to those of you who aren't doing this yet, START.

3. And, finally, Sam Bradford. Oh Sam, I have met you twice before and both times you were so sweet. Even that time when I saw you at Cretia's and said "I just have to tell you, Boomer Sooner." "That is what I like to hear," you replied. Or that time when I saw you at 747 and two of my unnamed friends made me ask to take a picture with you after the A&M game, and you said "no, I can't do that." To which I replied, "how is your shoulder." And, you responded, with a smile, "it is just fine." Well, Sam, in my eyes (and everyone else's), you are way more than "just fine." You are just about the biggest bad ass around today, and I am so happy for you. Boomer effing Sooner.

* For those of you who are not from our great state, the Oklahoma state capitol building was completed in 1919 with plans for a dome. This dome was not completed until 2001, until that time Oklahoma was one of two states in the nation with an un-domed capitol building.

Green, Green.

Ganga glad you came to our blog today? How did 4/20 become “4/20?” I was wondering the same thing. Here’s some helpful information from our friend, Mr. Wikipedia:

420, 4:20 or 4/20 (pronounced four-twenty) refers to consumption of cannabis and, by extension, a way to identify oneself with cannabis subculture.

The term originated from a group of teenagers at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California, United States in 1971.[3][4] The teens would meet after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke marijuana at the Louis Pasteur statue.

According to an April 2009 article on the The Huffington Post, the group called itself the Waldos because its members hung out by a wall after school. Writer Ryan Grim, citing interviews with anonymous Waldos, claims that the group met by the statue at 4:20 p.m. to begin a search for a crop of abandoned cannabis growing near Point Reyes that they had heard about. They never found the stash, Grim writes, but smoked plenty of marijuana while looking for it.

However you plan to spend this Tuesday 4/20 afternoon, go in peace.

And one more shout out – Happy Earth Week.

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.

I love Oklahoma

I couldn't decide whether to comment on Ande's post or to write one of my own...

On April 19th, 1995, I was sitting in my 6th grade math class when we heard a faint noise. Our math class happened to be in a tornado safe room with cement walls and all sorts of extra safety precautions. As a result, we barely even noticed when the bomb went off. It wasn't until after we went out in the halls and heard everyone buzzing about a bombing downtown that we realized something was up. I remember walking around super confused until the teachers started ushering us all into our classrooms and we were told we couldn't leave again till they said it was okay. Then they tried to explain what happened.

About an hour after that, the notes started coming. They were pink, just like they always were when you got a call at the front office or you had to visit one of the administrators. Today, though, it meant something totally different.

We all sat there holding our breath till we got word that our parents/aunts/uncles/neighbors were okay. Some of us never got that news. It took three days to find my friend's dad. He was a secret service agent, and one of the eight counts of murder that Timothy McVeigh was charged for. I remember the day he got his note.

I will never forget that day, or the days following. I will never forget sitting in front of the tv for hours and hours watching the names come across the screen. I will never cease to be thankful that my family was safe on April 19th, and I will never stop sympathizing with those who weren't so lucky.

People always ask us Oklahomans why we love our state and our hometowns so much. It seems impossible to most outsiders considering that we are all just a little bit small town and slow paced, and everything is totally flat. If you had the chance to be in Oklahoma during the aftermath of the bombing and experience all of the love and compassion that everyone had for their friends and neighbors, you would see why. This feeling is still there today, and will be forever. That is why it is such a wonderful place. I am so thankful and proud to be from there. I love Oklahoma.

And, Ande, I think you are so awesome for doing the Memorial Run next weekend. I am sure you are going to finish the half marathon with flying colors. I am so thankful for the gift of a friend like you. And, I am so proud of you for working so hard to get ready for this. Good luck!

Thankful.

I’ll never forget what I was doing April 19th, 1995. I was in 6th grade, dressed like a total tom boy (mesh shorts, dr. martins t-shirt and nike sandals, ewwww) and looking at the 6th grade science fair projects. (Thank you mom for doing my science fair project and winning me 1st place. Loved that trophy.)

It’s hard to believe it’s already been 15 years. Seeing something hit so close to home was and is still so scary to me. Being able to see the building and knowing people who lost their lives was also, and still is, so scary.

I also remember what I was doing September 11th, 2001 – I was in psychology at OU and I remember Brad W. telling me, we are going to war. I was so scared. We sat in our dorm room all day watching the news. I also remember that this was the day I was “going to start working out again.” It didn’t happen and the freshman 15 continued packing on.

I was thinking this morning that these events are something we’ll never forget in our lifetime. Much like the assassination of JFK. You can ask anyone that was old enough to know what was going on back then, and they can tell you where they were when they got the news.

This also reminds me of how precious life is and how things can change in an instant…which brings me to the Central Market parking lot yesterday afternoon: I was almost ran over. I am not exaggerating. I was less than 6 inches from this girl’s wheels. I screamed a dirty word so loud, but I managed to hold on to my groceries. I definitely dodged a bullet.

So where am I going with this? I am remembering all of the people that were affected by April 19th, 1995, today. Two idiots ruined a lot of lives.

This day also brought people closer, and the people of OKC continue to remember those lost and effected, which I will too, this coming Sunday. This Sunday marks the 10th annual “Memorial Marathon.” It’s such a great run, I don’t know where to begin. Being by the Memorial site and seeing all 168 chairs, and remembering all the lives that were changed that day is a wonderful experience.

I will only be doing the half marathon, but I am already shaking in my asics. For some reason, I am getting all sorts of nervous.

I am done rambling now, but just remember how precious life is. I could have been ran down yesterday. One minute on the phone- next minute dodging a car tire.

Happy freaking Monday.

All you need is...

Tug on your heart strings, make you love love, want to fall in love,
dance, wear your red dress, swing those hps, sigh, believe in
yourself, imagine, and smile...forty years later still just as amazing.

To John. Paul, George and Ringo, I will dig your pony till the end.

It's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder,
SES

Yellow Weekend

Yellow weekend. I can see you right over there, about ten minutes away from me, just waiting to be enjoyed. I am so excited to see you because this week has been stressful, and a little bit overwhelming. Don't get me wrong, it was a successful week. I did buy my first home and get a lot of work done. But, I am ready for you to give me a much needed break from the daily routine. Please don't disappoint me, weekend. Actually, what am I saying? I know you won't :)

I'm going to enjoy so much white wine and so many glow sticks with you, weekend. Just you wait.

Love,

SES

Who let the dogs out?

In honor of my first born daughter, Lucy Le, this post is going to be all about dogs. Lucy Le turned 5 this week, or you could say 35 if we want to talk human years. She does not look a day older than a 6 month old puppy. (That's her below.)

Since most of you have dogs (if there is anyone reading this), this might be of interest to you:

Poop-Freeze:

Shit happens. But for those times when it’s not solid (vomit), there’s poop-freeze which turns the liquid waste into a solid. This makes for an easy pick up on the Katy Trail. $11 at healthypets.com

FANCY DOG TREATS:

Just because the cute little dog birthday cake says humans can eat it too, don’t try it. I repeat, do not try it. I almost gagged last weekend after trying Lucy’s birthday cookie. I still think the store worker might have been punking me saying that humans could eat them too. There are just some things you do not share with your pooch- food being one of them.

PAWFUME:

We all think our dog is perfect, but let’s get real, sometimes they smell like…well, dog. Share the love with your dog, and give them some pawfume. $12 at bitchnewyork.com.

DOG BOWLS:

I think the MacKenzie Childs dog bowls would make any dog happy, and they keep your home looking good too. (Not to mention, they match Lucy Le) They come in 3 sizes, ranging from $22 - $38 per bowl.

Ruff-Ruff. Have a hell of a weekend!

In addition...

If you really want to hear a dog barking at a bar, Paul Smith will fit in your purse too.

Dogs Barking at the Bar?

Feet are gross, but I am going to blog about them anyway.

From time to time, you wear high heels out to a bar, and your feet “start barking.” (meaning your shoes become intensely painful) You know you are in for trouble if your feet start hurting before you even leave the house.

Well, there is a solution. And, no it’s not Dr. Scholl’s foot pads…those things almost make it worse. I could barely fit my foot in the shoe once I put those in! They are called…drum roll please: Fold Up Ballet Flats

The ballet flats fold up so small that you can fit them into your handbag before you head out for an evening of boogying down. When 2:00 am hits (or 11pm in my case), you can slip your heels off and slip into the flats. This is such a great alternative to the “bare feet method," where there is no telling what you might step into.

Prices start at $18.95. http://www.fitinclouds.com/

They even have sequin ones!

Can you tell I don't have much to talk about today? Happy almost Friday.

Home

As of 1pm today I will officially be a homeowner, and I cannot get this song out of my head:

I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.

Branching Out...

One thing I love about Dallas is the restaurants. I really feel like we have some amazing choices around here, I just never make the effort to enjoy them. This weekend, however, I went to two awesome restaurants and enjoyed two of my most favorite things in the world: lots and lots of white wine and seafood.

On Friday we (me, Ande, Liz, and Norton) took a trip across town to Bishop Arts for dinner with one of the locals (Adrienne) at Bolsa. I was very excited to try it because I have heard nothing but wonderful things, AND I was not disappointed AT ALL. Like I have said before, I am a huge fan of mussels (and muscles...actually not so much), and so when I saw them on the menu on Friday, I of course had to try them. So Adrienne and I ordered the mussels and the twig and branch flat bread (goat cheese and grapes) to share. I was more than happy with our decision. The mussels were pretty much drenched in butter, and absolutely amazing. Just how I like them :)

Ande made the amazing call of getting Bolsa's version of PB&J for dessert: a peanut butter cookie with ice cream and jelly...also quite pleasing.

All in all, Bolsa was amazing and I will be returning again and again.

On Saturday I had the pleasure of joining Kori and her mom at Stephan Pyles for dinner at the ceviche bar. I felt very spoiled this weekend with all of these great dinner plans. We had oysters, three types of ceviche (the lobster with mango was the best), traditos (holy Spanish Mackerel), and a few appetizers. My favorite was the foie gras, although not seafood, one of my own personal mottos is: never say no to foie gras. I was right once again! We had two amazing desserts as well. The best part was the Heaven and Hell cake that was about as big as my face and garnished with chocolate filled raspberries. All of this was paired with several glasses of white wine and several stories reminiscing about college. Don't worry, I didn't eat all of this on my own, we shared everything, and we had the best time! Needless to say, I also recommend the ceviche bar at Stephan Pyles.

On Sunday I did something I very rarely do. I ate grilled chicken. Streeby and Desha and Natalie made dinner and invited me and Paul over for some play time. I have to say, I was still very pleased with Desha's grilled chicken. It was free range, so I thought it would be okay for me to give in just the once. I'm glad that I did. Paul and Riley ran around like kids at recess the entire time we were there. Cute little cousins.

I feel like I might relax a little bit on the exciting dinner plans for the rest of the week. Tonight for dinner: leftover lo mein with tofu and vegetables from Pei Wei.

Finally, shout out to Phil on his big win this weekend. Remember when I followed you one year at the Colonial? I wish you followed my blog...

Peace, Love and Seafood,

SES

I So Happy.

I don't really laugh at stupid photos very often, but this one had me laughing out loud this morning. The Today show always knows how to put me in a better mood.

If the photo doesn't bring you happiness, the thought of TOMORROW IS FRIDAY should. Oh law, I am ready for the weekend!

A Tradition Unlike Any Other

I believe I was around the age of 4 years old when I was first exposed to golf. This initial exposure more than likely took the form of my mother complaining about my dad's obsession and my grandmother (Nani Smith) trying to convince her to take up the game. Nani had an extra set of ladies clubs that she begged my mom to try. I remember them sitting in her garage on the right hand side - when they actually had extra room for storage in there. They were in a baby blue bag. I think when Nani died they were probably buried somewhere beneath mounds and mounds of Christmas and Halloween decorations and probably hadn't been used in 20 years. There was a brief time when my mom finally took custody of those clubs and kept them in our garage for awhile. But, she never used them. In her own words, she had too many chores to do!

As you all know, I never play sports. Honestly, I haven't played any kind of sport since I was 15, and I am a happier person for that reason. So, it should come as no surprise to you that I have never so much as swung a golf club or walked on a golf course outside of the Kappa Klassic and Fourth of July fireworks at Oak Tree. But, sometime over the years I did develop a love for watching, NOT playing, golf. I am a very devoted spectator. And, I owe this devotion in no small part to my Nani.

You see, my Nani loved two things in her life (you know, other than the important stuff): Golf and Wheel of Fortune. There was not a Sunday that was spent over at Nani and Papa's that did not involve iced tea, fried chicken, some talk about Arnold Palmer, Freddie Couples, and Jack Nicklaus (my dad's hero), with a tournament on in the background. I can't tell you how many times the kids would have to be excused to the other room to watch the Disney channel so that we wouldn't create interruptions in the game room. This is usually when we would start causing trouble with a game of Jenga or a puzzle...but that story is for another time...

In recent years I have been preoccupied on most Sundays with other events, but I always make time for golf on THIS weekend.

As most of you know, tomorrow marks the first day of the Masters. Right now I am giddy with anticipation. I love the tradition, the suspense, my lover Serge (please don't be a little biyatch this weekend), watching Tiger (which will clearly be different this year), and the best part, Sunday afternoon. BUT, most of all I love the memory of Nani in her chair, Papa in his, the back doors open, the Oklahoma breeze blowing through the kitchen, sipping iced tea and napping to polite claps. Those times when nothing mattered in the world except those itchy tights your mom made you wear to church that morning and your annoying little brother punching you in the arm because he was "practicing" tae kwon do (no you weren't Curtis, you were just being rude)...and when you knew you could go to Nani and Papa to ask for anything when your parents told you no - thank you Papa, I WILL have another gum ball! That is my own personal Masters tradition. That is why I love this weekend so much. And that is why, on Sunday, I will be able to spend just a few hours reliving those times, and will, for a moment, not have a care in the world. I hope all of you are just as excited as I am :)

Fat Bride

It pains me to tell you this, but the information I am about to share with you was learned from Jessica Simpson’s Price of Beauty TV show. (yes, again) Never in my life did I think I would be learning from Jessica Simpson. This is the girl that thought her Chicken of the Sea tuna was Chicken! But at last, I have learned something else, I would like to share. And women, after reading this post, you may just want to move to Africa.

In America, we have what we call the “wedding diet.” Women strive to look great on their wedding day. I have actually pretended I was getting married, so maybe I would get on the “wedding diet.” It’s a day all about you, and a day filled of pictures that will last for a lifetime, so the goal is to look your best. And as you know, in America, thin is beautiful.

But in a far, far land, there is a tribe that believes a FAT Bride is beautiful. The Hima Tribe of Uganda (Africa) encourages a bride to gain as much weight as possible before a wedding. “Brides to be” are actually sent to a fattening huts for 2 months prior to their wedding day to fatten up. In the hut, the bride drinks whole milk virtually non-stop, and consumes 5000 calories per day.

The bigger your woman and the more cows you possess indicate your status within in the Hima Tribe. Fat bride, plus lots of cattle? Consider yourself the Steve Jobs of the Hima tribe.

On the show, they had an actual Hima Tribe wedding ceremony. The bride was pleasantly plump after her two month stay in the hut, and the groom could not be happier. He actually dedicated a poem to her, in which he said, “When I set my eyes on her (bride), she reminded me of red cows in Rwanda, beautiful and sleek.” I don’t think any woman wants to remind her husband of a COW, but the Hima Tribe sees this as beautiful.

The brides also must wear black on their wedding day. It amazed me at how different our cultures were. In America, it’s a choice between white or ivory (unless this is your 10th go around and you opt for red) and the goal is to be the thinnest you can be (well, for some people…I guess I am stereotyping). If we were a part of this tribe, our goals would be to fatten up and find a black dress.

On a day like today, the Hima tribe does not sound too bad (I am hungry, and I enjoy black dresses)…but then again, I think eating 5000 calories a day would be a pretty big challenge.

If I were to live there, we would have to industrialize the place and build a Braum’s. That is what I would want to get fattened up on, and there are plenty of cows to go around.

Hope everyone has a happy hump day and enjoyed their cultural lesson. It’s going to be a long day here – my dress sleeves have been caught on 4 door handles and I have been dressed for an hour. My shoes are also making a funky noise – sounds like wet feet on flip flops. (squeak, squeak) Maybe I should just pop some popcorn and really be an annoyance to the office.

Hoppy Anniversary

Happy Easter everyone! I hope all of you are enjoying this special holiday in your own special way. If the Easter Bunny came to your house, make sure you find all of those eggs so they don't rot.

In addition to Easter Sunday, today is the two month anniversary of White Wine and Glow Sticks! We would like to thank all of our readers for your continued support in this endeavor. Please note that at some point this week, Ande and I will be enjoying a glass of white wine in your honor.

Keep on glowing,

SES

Things YOU Need to Know NOW.

Things that make you go HMMM….

Five Finger Running Shoes – I keep seeing more and more of these pop up on the Katy Trail, so today, I decided to google, or should I say “Topeka.” I still despise them, and I still don’t get them. They are suppose to help you build more strength, but you can still feel rocks, sticks, etc in the road. Regular running shoes please.

Le Whiff – Saw these on the Today show this morning, and you bet I am ordering. Zero calories, looks like an inhaler, and you get your chocolate fix for the day. I think this is just what every American needs. Good bye obesity, hello good lookings. You can get 3 inhalers for just $8. For you coffee drinkers, they also have a coffee one- one inhale = one shot of espresso. I have to say, Anne Curry acted like the Chocolate version tasted good this morning.

Airstream RV’s – they are coming back baby! If I was going to travel around in an RV, I would prefer to do it in style…vintage style. Even Pam Anderson owns one! They can come "as is," or totally customed with wood floors and marbel counter tops. Winstar Casinos is actually giving one away this month. (this is not an April Fools)

Last but not least, I have a word to the wise. My goal is to one day be the oldest woman living. Every morning Willard Scott does birthday’s on the Today Show- you have to be at least 100 years old. I kid you not, at least 1 of the birthday men/woman contribute old age to having at least one drink a day. What does this mean you ask? Bottoms up, and have a Happy Easter weekend!

April Fools

Why is it so fun to play tricks on your friends? Every year on April 1, I am reminded of that as soon as I conduct my first google of the day or sign into gmail for the first time. Google, errr Topeka, makes me giggle on April Fools. I have this crazy dream that one day I could come up with a really awesome April Fools hoax that was so well-orchestrated it just sent everyone reeling. I love this "holiday" for some reason. I think part of that might be that every year on this day I play at least one prank on Jenny Hoge. This morning, I told her I rear-ended someone and was at the hospital because I hit my head so hard. She believed me. But, I felt bad, so it didn't last too long. I am SURE I will get her again today, it is too easy. Maybe I will pick out a tougher target...all of you, consider yourself warned!

Anyway, the point is, I hope all of you are successful in your pranking today. Read below for a few of the most successful April Fools hoaxes as listed by Wikipedia. I don't think any of you have the resources to try them, I sure don't...but man do I wish I did :)

• Alabama Changes the Value of Pi: The April 1998 newsletter of New Mexicans for Science and Reason contained an article written by physicist Mark Boslough claiming that theAlabama Legislature had voted to change the value of the mathematical constant pi. This claim originally appeared as a news story in the 1961 science fiction novel Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein,^[9] however see also the actual Indiana Pi Bill.
• Spaghetti trees: The BBC television programme Panorama ran a famous hoax in 1957, showing Italians harvesting spaghetti from trees. They had claimed that the despised pest, the spaghetti weevil, had been eradicated. A large number of people contacted the BBC wanting to know how to cultivate their own spaghetti trees. It was, in fact, filmed in St Albans.^[10]
• Left Handed Whoppers: In 1998, Burger King ran an ad in USA Today, saying that people could get a Whopper for left-handed people whose condiments were designed to drip out of the right side.^[11] Not only did customers order the new burgers, but some specifically requested the "old", right-handed burger.^[12]
• Taco Liberty Bell: In 1996, Taco Bell took out a full-page advertisement in The New York Times announcing that they had purchased the Liberty Bell to "reduce the country's debt" and renamed it the "Taco Liberty Bell." When asked about the sale, White House press secretary Mike McCurry replied tongue-in-cheek that the Lincoln Memorial had also been sold and would henceforth be known as the Lincoln Mercury Memorial.^[13]
  
  

  

  Wikipedia's Main Page on April 1, 2007. The featured article write-up purposely confuses U.S. President George Washingtonwith an inventor of the same name.
• San Serriffe: The Guardian printed a supplement in 1977 praising this fictional resort, its two main islands (Upper Caisse and Lower Caisse), its capital (Bodoni), and its leader (General Pica). Intrigued readers were later disappointed to learn that San Serriffe (Sans serif) did not exist except as references to typeface terminology. (This comes from a Jorge Luis Borges story.)^[14]
• DT Day: In 2008 fliers were handed on Brigham Young University campus, saying that the last in a series of dorm buildings being torn down was scheduled to be imploded on April 1. Hundreds of people eagerly turned up to see the implosion, but to their consternation it never happened. The culprits of this prank remain unknown.^[15]
• Decimal time: Repeated several times in various countries, this hoax involves claiming that the time system will be changed to one in which units of time are based on powers of 10.^[16]
• Smell-o-vision: In 1965, the BBC purported to conduct a trial of a new technology allowing the transmission of odor over the airwaves to all viewers. Many viewers reportedly contacted the BBC to report the trial's success.^[17] In 2007, the BBC website repeated an online version of the hoax.^[18]
• Tower of Pisa: The Dutch television news reported in the 1950s that the Tower of Pisa had fallen over. Many shocked people contacted the station.^[19]
• Write Only Memory: Signetics advertised Write Only Memory IC databooks in 1972 through the late 1970s.^[20]
• The Canadian news site, bourque.org announced in 2002 that Finance Minister Paul Martin had resigned "in order to breed prize Charolais cattle and handsome Fawn Runner ducks."^[21]